Looking back over this blog's short history, it strikes me that I have not posted much about those who mean the most to me and have also had the good grace to remain alive. (Looking back over others' blogs for the same time period, I see that I am not alone in that.)
What I want to do here is fix one of those omissions.
Ft. Harrington has many animals; regular readers of this blog not only know that, but it's probably the reason why most read the damn thing. I post pictures of chickens, little spaniels, and kitties.
But I don't post much of this:
Kelsey is so much a part of my heart that I hold him in the same reserve that I do Diane, or Adam, or that you hold those who are too precious for exposure to the net at large. He is who he is, and that is as integral to me as my heartbeat. He is the only four-foot in the Fort who has a job -- he is a watchdog, and a gurard dog, and a protector, and he takes that job seriously, and does it well, and has done so for ten years.
He also loves me with the unquestioning, ultimately forgiving, devoted dedication that folklore ascribes to all dogs. Maybe. This one has it true, though.
And that's probably all I'll post here about him until something transpires to make another post necessary.
[This post was edited from its original form to remove references to others' blogs that might have been interpreted to be criticisms, but weren't meant to be.]