Occasional Holy Man, Indifferent Bassist, Expelled Philosopher, and Maladroit Luthier Who Offers Stray, Provocative, and Insouciant Thoughts about Religion, Archaeology, Human Foible, Surfing, Interesting People, and Quirky Music. "Sent down" from Oxford. [Also, "alot" is not a word.]
Here's a photo of mine, Toby, who died six years ago next month at the age of 14. He was such a close and steady companion that it seemed like a form of betrayal to even think of replacing him with another dog.