There are some things that make me happy.

This is Kooba, the love of my life. We think he's part terrierist and part Snufaluffapuss. Thanks to the interweb, I can see him any time I desire. Of course, I can't feel his really soft, fuzzy ears and I can't smell him or lay in bed with him nestled in the crook of my arm.

Kooba is the product of a successful co-foster/adoption situation, which, in the end, resulted in his moving across country to Brooklyn, NY. One of the saddest days of my life was the day I drove away from him. He scampered up the stairs to his new and rightful owners, Ben & Patty, barely looking back, because he's a dog and he didn't know that we were to be separated. Anyone who thinks I'm a little heartless should know that it chokes me up just to write this, even years later.

I was able to see Koobs while I visited NY last year and his initial reaction was priceless. It took him a split second to recognize me and then he spun in circles and peed all over. I was able to walk him in Prospect Park a couple of times and was overjoyed to see him be so well-cared for and loved.
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for a Koobacentric slideshow.

Thanks, Ben and Patty. I know you love him even more than I, if that's possible.