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Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Good Dog

At some point many years ago when we were still dating, I told Amy about how sad it was for me that I could never have a dog as a kid because of all the overseas living (dogs are somewhat cruelly quarantined for great lengths of time in most countries before they are allowed to enter).

On my next birthday after I told Amy this, she presented me with an impossibly cute beagle puppy, saying “You don’t live overseas now. You should have a dog.”

That moment was the moment I knew that I would marry Amy.

In fact, the night I asked Amy to marry me, I put the engagement ring on Walter's collar. I expected Amy to see it immediately, but predictably  it took her over an hour to notice it while I sweated and waited-making comments like “Walter sure looks cute tonight” and “Walter kinda looks like he needs a good petting” to try to get her to notice the ring.

The breeder named him “Sugarfoot” (because all four of his feet had white fur), but I promptly renamed him “Walter” after Walter Mondale (because it's much more ridiculous). Walter grew, ate our shoes, yelped annoyingly all night in his crate, got what we called “the rips”-tearing through the house at full speed (usually with a toy or blanket in his mouth), slept on our chests like a baby, barked at the kids going to and leaving the school across our street, licked our newborn son's foot, and slept on our bed on many occasions.

Walter shared our lives for 11 years.  And like all living things, Walter got old, and Walter got sick. And earlier today, he died peacefully with me at his side.

As I sit here writing this with tears streaming from my face, I realize that I am not sad just for losing Walter, but because he was a physical representation of our marriage. He was a constant reminder of the story of us. And now he is gone.

I loved my dog Walter. He was a good dog.  And I will never forget him.

Walter “Sugarfoot” Mondale-Gibson 2000-2011

Friday, September 16, 2011

Apocalypse Grunion

The Grunion got a little too much sun recently.....
music: The End by The Doors

GRUNION:  They were gonna make me a major for this, and I wasn't even in their (expletive deleted) army anymore.

Everybody wanted me to do it.  Him most of all.  I felt like he was up there, waiting for me to take his pain away.

He just wanted to go out like a soldier.  Standing up.  Not some rag-assed renegade.

Even the jungle wanted him dead.

And that's who he really took his orders from anyway.....

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Grunion and Z Catch a Train

Meanwhile, at the Botanical Gardens...

GRUNION:  Yo, Z!  Let's hop on this train and ride in style instead of sweatin our butts off draggin all over this piece!  We can sit up here near the driver.

Z:  Are you crazy?  I'm only 22 months old but I know only dorks sit near the driver!  Follow me down here to the cool kids section.

GRUNION:  Look at all those suckers sittin under that tree!  We're gonna school em!

Z:  Yo, when does this joint fire up?  I'm gettin sweaty!

Z:  Um.....Grunion?
Z:  I don't think this thing moves, man.
GRUNION:  Dammit.