Shokhin, Or How to Overthink it in Style

It’s the weekend before my final week at a job I’ve had for six years, more on that at a later date.  If I could tag cloud it, the past couple of days would have gone something like this: puppies, dog show, cricket, puppies, cricket, beer, dog show, puppies, nigel marsh, anna deaveare smith, puppies.

This year is going to be one of dramatic change—everything from my lifestyle, my daily routine, my occupational status, my civil status—it’s all up in the air and while the pieces are being strategically maneuvered into place, I’m taking some time to be with the people that matter, and do things that make me happy.

I’m including some pictures of  Manisha’s puppies, taken by my wonderfully talented Giules.  Manisha’s one of the most important people in my life, and she’s dead cool because she lets me hang out with her puppies all the time, and by the way, a day after these pictures were taken, her Imogen won Best in Show at the 2011 All Breeds Championship Dog Show hosted by the Kennel Association of Sri Lanka.  Best-in-motherfucking-show.

My fianky will have more on the dog show, and the puppies but for now, I mean wow – aren’t they just completely, edibly, amazingly cute?  The internet cannot handle this much softness or furriness.