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The Pooch

“Still putzing around at home … ah vacation, how I love ye. Here’s the pooch, I am probably annoying her while you are reading this. Ain’t she a peach?”

I had written that on Wednesday night – trying to do some blog posts in advance before heading home. Unfortunately Thursday I got a text from my mom saying the dog had passed away. Friday my brother, sister, mom, dad and I ‘toasted’ to the dog while sharing a few favorite stories. I’ll probably write some of those later.

But for now I’ll say goodbye to the little pooch. She was about 17 years old so it was no shock, and definitely her time to go. The last few times I came home I had a mix of happiness and sadness in seeing her – sad because of how old she’d clearly gotten to be.

On a high note for her – about a month or two before she died she managed to catch a bird! (The bird had flown into a window and knocked itself unconscious.) Because of that I’ll say that she went out on a high note.

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I’m a Dummy

If you’re a girl I know, you’re probably better off if I don’t find you attractive. My freshman year I was, at the very least, six kinds of googly eyed for a close female friend.

One day we were walking back to our dorm after lunch. A pretty commonplace thing. We reached the door and she put her hand on the door handle, waiting for me to scan my ID to unlock the door.

Suddenly – a thought came to me. This is the same exact thing that happens with me and my dog. My dog will go to the door and stare at it, and then if I don’t open the door soon enough she’ll look over at me. At that point I would always move my hand like I was about to open the door – seeing this my dog would again look straight at the door, waiting for it to open. Eventually she’d look slowly in my direction, giving me a look that said, ‘you are such a child.’

I wondered if my friend would do the same – would she keep her hand on the door, staring at it, waiting for me to unlock it?

She did. Eventually she looked slowly toward me, I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?,” she said, wondering what was so funny.

Why do I lie when I don’t need to, and tell the truth when I really don’t need to?

I answered, with a heartfelt smile, “you remind me of my dog.”

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