The Spirit of Prague

Ivan Klíma wrote the following in The Spirit of Prague РFor me, the material and spiritual centre of this city is an almost 700-year-old stone bridge connecting the west with the east. The Charles Bridge is an emblem of the city's situation in Europe, the two halves of which have been seeking each other out at the very least since the bridge's foundations were laid. The West and the East.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Hello World

Hello World! My name is Triplo, which means triple in Italian. I am currently 8 weeks and 2 days old. I am a Golden Retriever and I am one lucky pup. There's a few things you might notice about me:
1. I am ridiculously cute. I'm sorry, I can't help it. It's not vanity, it just is.
2. I'm young but I'm keen; I'm happy to share my insights with you.
3. I have three legs. 3.5 officially, and though some of you may be concerned about that, please don't worry. I have yet to take notice.

Some of you may also be concerned about my name, but Triplo, or Trip for short, is fine with me. It's not only a tribute to my uniqueness, it symbolizes all good things that come in threes! A hat trick, for example.

Anna Quindlen once wrote an essay titled Evan's Two Moms. I say Evan is one lucky kid, but I have three dads. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it, Evan. We'll get to the social commentary on gay marriage and alternative family structures another time, but right now I have some business.

I eat three times a day, and I'm a little embarrassed to admit I poop and pee more than that. Play. Eat. Poop. Pee. Sleep. Repeat as necessary.

This is going to be a big week for me. I get my first shots, and... before I go on, I should explain, I still live with my mom Evey, my dad Timer, and their lovely humans. My sister's name is Dory, and they call me Nemo. This week I will venture out in the world, though, to a new home in a far-away land known as Ballard; I wonder if they have toys in Ballard. I first met my new dads when I was young, so young I could barely see. Everything is a bit fuzzy from that day, but they have come back and played with me a few times. Heck, I'll play with anyone, especially Dory, but she sits on me.

I'll write more from the salty shores of Ballard; I'm sure it's groovy there. Nice to meet you, World. This is Trip, and I'm out.

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