A Dawg Named Kona

Monday, January 9, 2017

Two Years Gone

Moose died two years ago this Saturday. He is still missed.



Moxie and Kona continue to gambol along. Although Kona nearly died Sunday when he managed to pull down a fresh-baked loaf of sourdough bread and eat half of it.

Because I was going to kill him.


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