flanagan is slowly but surely becoming a dog. in the last week we’ve learned that he loves to play tug of war, he wags his tail constantly, you cannot take a bad picture of him and his previous owners treated him worse than originally thought (unimaginable isn’t it).

a few years ago a friend who loves wilson bought him a tan trench coat

last week, in fact early morning of the day we went to atlanta, i found out about a deaf, albino wolfhound

for about 5 years we had an awesome pet sitter, amanda, who in an unprecedented, very selfish turn decided to move to kentucky last year with her husband…whatever.

it has been a surreal week without owney and after further details from our vet

on friday owney suffered complications from his previous surgery and died on the operating table. this blog has many posts where i tried to portray the essence of owney but he truly was indefinable.