Friday, September 01, 2006

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AMAZING chiptune artist, Disasterpeace



I've been telling Z, every once in awhile, that I can't live without dogs.

It is totally true. When I was 3 - 16 my Mom always used to tell people (within earshot...annoying) that I was attuned to animals, and I freakin believe it. I spent alot of my childhood hanging around, observing, and picking up the poo of animals - especially dogs. Dogs are so fun sometimes that it's hard to pick words to describe the fun you are having. You could, for instance, say that sleeping on a malamute's big belly was like, "totally sick" or you could mention that running with akitas until you fall over and they run back and lick your face was like, "rad". But it doesn't do it justice.

Once you figure out dogs (and are not a psycho), they're so chill. Some people are into dogs but can't figure out how to NOT treat them like their own children, or NOT like little toys or puppies. Hey, that's cool if the dog is into it, but 95% of the time the dog will be thinking, "god, what a douschebag I'm turning into." See, even dogs that are turned into assholes or pursemonkies will understand that they have forced to turn what professionals dub: "the douschey route".

Where was I going with this? Dogs are way cool. The Aquabats have a song called "Canis Lupis" and the chorus goes "dogs...are...WAY SWEET!" <\dog crazy



Think about it. I've lived around and sometimes with dogs all my life. Even when I was a little tyke and lived in Alexander (though I don't even remember it, it's on VHS) we had a giant St. Bernard named Rena that was pretty cool. As a family, we have had 1,2,3... at least 10 dogs in my lifetime alone. We all talk about them and treat 'em like a part of the family, so why not continue in that? It's only natural for me.

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PRESENT TIME


Z doesn't share my love of all things dogs, but she never had a pet growing up so that's only natural. It takes a few years of shoveling up somebody's poop before you really get to know them - an opportunity, much like tap dancing, that was denied her. My problem was that as her life partner, I didn't want it to be a "me thing"...I wanted it to be an "us thing". How to do that...hmmmm....maybe I could just keep takling about dogs nonstop? I kept thinking about them and thus, whenever we passed one in the street I would comment about how pumped up I am about dogs. She probably thought I was either cute or hard-up for some dog time.

Anyway, one of these times that I was going off to Z about identifying some mutt by its breed(s), two Irish Wolfhounds suddenly appeared - and FINALLY, the moment arrived! She fell in love w/a breed! The pair were so well behaved and cool (and BIG, the Irish Wolfhound is the. biggest. dog.) that she couldn't help but be subdued by their coolness. The magic lasso of dog-liking was finally in place, and I'm tying knots, folks. I'm a huge stupid geek but I'm tying knots.

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