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Thursday, December 4, 2008

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Kelly and Amy's oldest and most faithful friend, their boxer dog Scooby, died today. They are very upset, of course. Kelly got Scooby a looong time ago, before they were married, and he's been a great companion. I remember the first time Amy brought Kelly home from Lynchburg for a visit, and they brought Scooby. He was so young and lean and handsome and energetic, zipping around the yard and chasing the neighbor kids. Sorry that Mom and Dad made you sleep outside with the scary raccoons, Scooby.

I'm usually pretty cold and uncaring when it comes to animals, among other things, but this has got me down a bit. Or maybe it is just early onset Seasonal Affective Disorder. Scooby, by the way, is the one with the prodigious protruding genitalia who is not being abused in the photo above.

Goodbye, Scooby. You are loved, and will always be remembered.

Currently Watching:
Milk

2 comments:

Liza December 5, 2008 at 9:41 AM  

Bye Scooby. I never met you, and I'm not exactly a dog fan, but I can understand how sad your family is right now.

Ellie looks really cute in the picture.

How are you already watching Milk? It's not even out yet is it?

Davie December 5, 2008 at 6:24 PM  

Milk has been in theaters here since last Wednesday. I'm sure it is taking the long Transamerica route through Philadelphia and over Brokeback Mountain on its journey to Chattanooga, though.

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Words That I'm Living By - 5/2/2010

Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
And that you'll love to see
the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

"Around and Around" by Mark Kozelek

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