maya and macho

We had an unexpected visitor last night, my old dog Macho, who I raised since he was an 8 wk old puppy. Even after 2.5 years of living elsewhere, he remembered me and my parents' house, and instantly felt at home, finding his usual spot to rest under the dining room table, and running outside in the yard the way he always did. It seemed like he and Maya were long lost friends reunited. She read him books, chased him around the house, played with his paws and hugged his head and thick furry body.

It was a sweet moment to see these two parts of my life connect.

Macho will be moving to London soon, but that's ok. Wherever he is, he will always have a special place in my heart.