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Hu-Dad’s very ancient iMac finally crashed for the last time yesterday afternoon and doesn’t appear to be coming back. Fortunately, he has solid backups, so no data is lost, but working is challenging until a replacement arrives. All of his stress resulted in this face of concern from Typhoon. Uh, Typhoon. Seriously, just a little concern. Never mind.

We showed you just the other day Roscoe’s joyous entry to the yard, but His Royal Highness Little Prince Typhoon Phooey must remember his station in life by performing a somber royal entrance. Well, that, and he was miffed the doorman was 2.3 seconds slow in opening the door after a clear command had been given. So challenging to find good help when you’re a demanding little curmudgeon.

For the last twenty-one years, the families of the 2,977 people killed on that tragic day have carried on without their loved ones. Emergency responders have suffered and died from the aftereffects of their heroic actions. Military members from our own troops and our allies have been injured and killed. Our world changed dramatically twenty-one years ago, so we pause today to mourn for all those impacted.

We also pause in gratitude for the random acts of kindness that day and ever since. Hu-Dad has been blessed to meet people around the globe, of various races and religions, and has been met with overwhelming kindness from them—human beings simply showing that we all can live in peace if we want. May someday we achieve that.

Until then, we will never forget the ones we lost.

The weather has been perfect for the humans to eat their meals outside, so we have adapted to their routine by claiming prime spaces near the action. Typhoon seems to be a wee bit early for dinner since the table is still empty. Okay, actually a couple hours early, but a canine always has hope.