




On my yearly business trip to Asia, missing my pup quite a lot. So here’s some photos of my boy Woolman.
I have a conference in SE Asia every October that takes me away from home for about a week and a half.
And every time during this trip I, a 40-year-old vanilla-ass white dude, come to a point where I shed a tear or two because I miss him.
He’s getting older, and now I feel acutely aware that I’m spending valuable limited time far away from him. But thankfully he hasn’t slowed down yet, and he’s managing a small bit of cancer like a champ. He’s being well taken care of by my other half, and I am thankful for that.
Missing my pup.