You know I love dogs, and Lou is one of the best. He has his own Facebook page here.
Every moment of quality time he can spend with his family is precious.
If you can help in even a small way, even to pass the word along, please find it in your heart to do so. Lou is worth it.
I just became aware of Patrice O’Neal, through laidNYC’s blog entry yesterday.
NOT SAFE FOR WORK. NOT SAFE FOR SMALL CHILDREN OR SQUEAMISH ADULTS.
But, damn if this guy isn’t BRILLIANT.
“I love my girl, but I LOVE MY F*CK*N’ DOGS. And I’m gonna tell you why. ‘Cause my dogs, they NEED me… right?… but they DON’T act like they DON’T.”
If you want unconditional love, get a dog.
If you want to live with a narcissist, get a cat. – Mike Wilson
Has a horse, but no Santa.
Bark, the herald angels sing..
So I woke up with a start at about 2 in the morning. I looked over at the other side of my bed and thought, oh my god, my dog isn’t there.
(Didn’t even think “Sampson,” just “my dog.”)
Scrambled around in the bed sheets, on the floor around the bed, under the bed, everywhere. My dog wasn’t there.
Nervously stumbled around the bedroom, into the hallway, to the guest bedroom, to the bathroom. My dog wasn’t there either.
Frantically stumbled down the stairs, thinking, oh god, I don’t even remember seeing him last night. Didn’t feed him or anything. Scurried around the house, in the living room, in the kitchen, down the basement stairs. My dog wasn’t there either.
Freaking out now. Thought, maybe I left him outside. Switched on the yard light, took a few steps out into the yard, looked around.
Thought, maybe I should call his name. Couldn’t remember his name.
Then it dawned on me:
I DON’T HAVE A DOG.