When my oldest son, Christopher, was young he loved to torment with impossible choices, and a dogged insistence that we had to choose. For example, he once asked, “Would you rather walk across hot coals or slide down a fence of barbed wire?”
He was relentless — and creative — with these impossible questions.
Berkeley and Lincoln recently started a less bloody version of this. For example, on Sunday I was asked, “Would you rather live without chocolate for the rest of your life — or dogs?”
Apparently, the Universe also likes to play this game.
“Would you rather put your 13+ year old Berner through surgery for bloat/torsion with an uncertain outcome — or euthanize her?”
Neither wasn’t one of my options.
I would have rather walked on hot coals or slid down a barbed wire fence or given up chocolate for the rest of my life.
Harper B for Beloved.
For Bye for Now.
For Broken Hearted 💔