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From the Editor’s desk...
to your bathroom.
Fall 2016
I have lost two dogs in the past six months. One was with us only a short time
and the other one was a part of our family since there was a family to be a part
of. Needless to say, the last six months have sucked. Sucked so much that there
is now a hole in my heart being filled by suck. If you’ve never loved a dog, your
life is most likely already as empty as your soul. For the rest of us, the love and
friendship of a good dog is truly one of the most special relationships any of us
will ever have. There is a reason no one ever waxes poetically about their cats.
Ferrets maybe, but never cats.
Our love affair with our four-legged companions dates back to when Egyptians
were actually doing the King tut dance, and so intense that it is one of the few
things that can make men of a certain generation freely shed tears, the other being
that scene in the movie Rudy (you know the one). I’ve often wondered where
this kind of love in men comes from, as more often than not their children don’t
yield anywhere close to these kinds of public emotions.
Honestly, dogs can be a pain in the ass, too. Mine have broken rods, destroyed
fly tying desks, and on more than one occasion, shat on a friend’s bed within