Yesterday, “CBS Sunday Morning” had a piece about Coney Island. It’s a small island off the southern end of Brooklyn, New York. Since the 1890s, it’s been the home to amusement parks. I was born in Brooklyn, and my father took me to Coney Island many Saturdays when I was growing up. The TV piece was a nice tour down memory lane.

Watching it reminded me of one of the guiding principles of my life. I have believed I should try to experience everything that I can, within reason, of course. This idea came to me when I was sixteen. My father died suddenly. He died in a hotel room in Hollywood, Florida. He had arrived that day to attend a conference he had wanted to go to for his entire working life. He was just 50 years old. The irony was that he died the night before the conference started. He never got his wish.

His death taught me that it was worse to regret something unexperienced than be sorry for something that didn’t work. I never experimented with drugs. Yes, I had a joint or two in my 20’s, but that was it. For the record, pot makes me horny but prevents me from coming. Not a drug I want!

Anyway, I often think about my dad and what he missed. My life has been the opposite. I’m sure I could have done much better if I had stayed the professional course. I didn’t. I tried new things and had a great time doing them. As you know, I’ve been sexually adventurous. That’s worked out very well. My heart’s been broken more than once. Whose hasn’t? I’ve also managed to find true, lasting love. That wouldn’t have happened if I followed the safe path.

Over the years, I’ve written about many of my sexual adventures. I haven’t written about the others. That isn’t the point. I don’t consider myself a role model. I don’t want others to follow in my footsteps. What I want is to ask you to reconsider every time you want to say no. I’m not talking about impulses to harm yourself or others. I’m talking about opportunities to broaden your experiences. Take that trip. Try that new kink. The idea of “someday” is a myth. Opportunities rarely come around more than once. There are always good reasons to avoid doing something. That’s inertia.

I’ve had a very good life so far. That can’t be taken away from me. I rode the Cyclone in Coney Island. I got Mrs. Lion to ride it too. I’ve had a relationship with two women (tiring but fun). I’ve topped dozens of women. Some have topped me. I went on a photographic safari in Africa. I’ve witnessed some historical moments. I have my father to thank for all of these wonderful memories. In a way, his death taught me to live. Thank you, dad.

Our puppy is just two days shy of eight weeks old. She has taken over the house and our lives. We couldn’t be happier. We’re both very proud of her. She lets us know (most of the time) when she wants to go out. I don’t recall our other puppy being so consistent. In fact, Daisy kept having accidents in the house until she didn’t. One day a switch seemed to click, and that was it. Accidents from then on were unavoidable. Willow is learning much earlier.

Apparently, I’m not as easy to train. Of course, Mrs. Lion expects more than just using the toilet. It’s an unavoidable-if-unfair comparison that is bound to come out. I’m writing this on Monday afternoon. Mrs. Lion wrote in her post today that I’m getting a “just because” spanking later today. I’m not looking forward to it. I know; nobody asked for my vote on the matter.

I also learned from her post that she only plans to work from home today and tomorrow. I had hoped she would spend a week here. It would be a big help to have at least a couple more days of her help. I wonder if she has vacation time she can spare. I’m not too worried about dealing with the puppy. I’m just really tired and can’t explain why. I’m sure I’ll be able to manage on my own.

Have you noticed that there are a lot more pictures of white golden retrievers? The color is known as English Cream. Willow is that color. The American Kennel Club (AKC) disqualifies any golden retriever with even a hint of white anywhere on its coat. It also disqualifies dogs with a straight back or large head. This standard is not shared by the KC, the English, and Canadian clubs. In fact, everywhere in the world, other than the US, dogs that look like Willow can be shown and regularly win championships.

Willow is registered with the AKC. Her color is listed as “light yellow.” the lightest allowed by the AKC. Until recently, English Cream colored golden retrievers were very rare here in the US. Apparently, there is a surge in interest. One factor may be because Gus, the English Cream golden on the sitcom “Mom,” played a prominent role. Mrs. Lion and I fell in love with him. It’s the reason I looked for dogs that looked like him.

Willow’s father is from Ukraine. Her mother was born here in Washington. Breeders are responding to the demand for this color dog. Willow is all golden retrievers. She may have creamy white fur, but she is every bit the same as Daisy underneath it. Well, not the same. This breed exhibits a lot of individuality. It’s one of the things I love about it.

It has been a very long time since we factored kids into what we can do sexually. Now that we have a very young puppy, we need to consider how she might react to our activities. For example, will it upset her when Mrs. Lion spanks me? What about sex? Our mature dog ignored all of our play. She wasn’t concerned. I’m not sure Willow will be as blase.

Mrs. Lion will work it out. I’m sure my bottom isn’t safe for long. We haven’t done anything sexual for days. The dog is definitely responsible for that. When Mrs. Lion gets up early in the morning to pee, the puppy reads this as a signal that she’s up for the day and whines to get out of her crate. We can only sleep as late as Mrs. Lion’s bladder allows. Apparently, my lioness’ potty training is as important as the pup’s.

Having a new baby disrupts sexual activity. I remember that well. We are lucky that our new puppy is doing very well in terms of potty (Yeah, that’s the term the AKC uses for housebreaking–yuck!) training. She makes mistakes but manages to let us know and make it outside more than half the time. That’s amazing for a 7-week-old puppy.

I suspect that Mrs. Lion wants to give me an orgasm. That way, she won’t have to be concerned about sex for a week. That’s the sense I get now. [Mrs. Lion — Even though we both took naps Saturday, we were tired from our long day getting the puppy. In my post, I said we weren’t likely to do anything sexual. I was going to give Lion an orgasm the other night, pre-puppy, not because I wanted to be done with him but because I thought he was due and I wanted to give him one. I also wonder what Willow will do when I whomp Lion.] Her time is divided between the dog and her iPad. The dog isn’t terribly interested in me either. She follows Mrs. Lion everywhere. I’m apparently not that interesting to her. She’s happy to let me pick her up and snuggle with her. I have to go hunting to find her.

I’m hoping that both females here will decide to include me. I know they love me. It’s just that they’re busy right now.

I have very mixed feelings about our latest addition. Don’t get me wrong, she is incredible, and I love her. She slept through the night and sat quietly at the door to her crate until Mrs. Lion got up to pee early this morning. She didn’t whine or bark. I’m impressed! When we picked her up, she did complain loudly for a while when we put her in her crate for the ride home. She seemed to like the “Doggy” song when we asked Alexa to play it. Yes, we have Alexa built-in our car.

She settled down for the nearly four-hour ride home. She didn’t pee in the crate. What a great pup! She’s affectionate and very sweet. She has Mrs. Lion wrapped around her little paw. I’ll have to ask Willow how she did it. She’s only seven weeks old and takes lots of naps. During one, I completed her AKC registration.

All this is great. We’re both very happy she’s here. Of course, the more difficult times are a month or two from now when she starts teething. It doesn’t matter. Mrs. Lion absolutely loves puppies. OK, so do I. Willow’s excellent manners remind me of our recently deceased dog, Daisy. She also quietly stayed in her crate right from the start. She also liked to get under the bed. Daisy considered that area her private cave. Even in the end, when she was in horrible pain, she found a way to get under once in a while for a nap.

I miss her. Mrs. Lion says I was her human. I don’t know about that, but that silly dog was a big part of my life for almost nine years. I don’t resent the new addition. I know she isn’t taking Daisy’s place. Seeing her doing the same things that Daisy did at her age makes me sad. I feel guilty that I didn’t know we were hurting her when we had her spayed. Yes, I realize that she was over seven years old when the study was published that links joint disease with spaying. Still, it was my misguided effort to help her that brought her so much pain.

We won’t make that mistake again. I’m glad we have another chance with Willow.