A year and two days ago, my heart was broken. Henry was an exceptional dog and we miss him ridiculously. None of this was made easier by the fact that I had to bury Henry not once, not twice, but three times.
Yes, a certain long-legged puppy discovered Henry’s grave and thought that excavating the contents was a wonderful game! And that’s how I ended up with these, his crazy teeth. And while burying a beloved dog repeatedly is never fun, I’m glad I have them.
