Saturday, October 29, 2016


When we got Alex from the SPCA he had developed Kennel cough. I remember sitting on the floor of our kitchen holding his head in my lap and making promises to God. I told God that if He let Alex live then I'd do everything I could to give him the best life a dog could possibly have.*

Luckily dogs don't hold grudges, or get mad and your shortcomings. They never question your choices, even when they get the short end of the stick. They just want you, because you're their pack. You're all they have, and you are the best thing in their world. They feel loved just being near you.

For 13 years Alex desperately wanted to be near us. I remember hiding things he had chewed up in our absence because I was afraid mom wouldn't take his destructive neediness anymore. She loved him though; even if it took her a while to admit it.  
For 13 years he would sit by me every time I was sad. He would tolerate me trying to snuggle him and taking impromptu naps on him. He would listen to me try to learn guitar, sing loudly around the house, and complain about whatever life crisis was happening at the time. He would get excited every time I came home after an extended absence, and he would hesitantly watch me pack while he knew I'd be leaving again. 

For 13 years he'd forgive me for not putting him first when all he knew about life was how to put his pack first. 

Alex was more than a good dog, he was a sweet soul. He was what I needed most on bad days and what I loved most about good ones. He was a companion, my unique friend, and a constant reminder that an answered prayer can be so much more than you intended or imagined.

Alex Klansek
November 2003- October 26, 2016

*I also asked God to spare our cat Oscar until the second coming, but He must have thought that request was a little less reasonable. 

Friday, October 21, 2016

Westward bound

Oh hey internet, I’m back with updates and visuals! 

Turns out I didn’t really feel like blogging while I was home, but here I am in the car heading westward, bringing you news of my excursions. 

I was in Indiana for a little over a month going between a recently crippled mother* in Bluffton and my former home city of Indianapolis. The vast majority of that time was spent sitting on couches, beds, floors, chairs, counters, and passenger seats, re-connecting with friends and family. I didn’t do anything more exciting than eat a vast array of cuisines and excessive sitting. If you thought I looked like I lost weight when I came home from New Zealand, then don’t worry, I have been well fed. The good news is that the majority of my sitting and eating was in the company of loved ones. 

I would tell you all about my time home, but some things can't be accurately explained with words. It was fun, it was sad, it was exciting, it was packed, it was needed, 

Currently I am sitting in the back of my vehicle while my good pals Abby and Amanda lead us westward through Wyoming. Today’s adventure began in Sioux Falls South Dakota 

and led us through the Badlands and it’s unique rock formations. 

From the Badlands we ventured to Mount Rushmore to gaze upon our four largest former presidents 

 and then one, lone, extremely large, and unfinished monument of Chief Crazy Horse. The monument is the largest project of it’s type in the world and was started in 1948. 

I thought Indiana had wide-open skies, Wyoming is a whole other animal. So far so flat, but different from Indiana in that instead of fields of food we have nothing but plains. In the distance I see a bumpy horizon and am holding out hope for a more scenic drive to come. Anyhoo, off to Seattle so start over again. This time in to the gracious arms of my aunt and uncle instead of total strangers, but still just as exciting. More to come.  

*surgically crippled, she’s fine