Now I’m really getting mad. I want to kick myself for not being around here more lately….looks like I’ve missed some very fun and/or interesting discussions and at least a couple other recent 10K parties (I’ll be there a bit later @laureth and @casheroo). And I want to somehow recover those seven months I took off because nearly all my dear old friends have moved on up to the 10K lounge without me, including, alas my favorite dog.
I’ve always had a strong connection with @dog. We both live in beautiful Southern California, in the greater Los Angeles area, currently, at approximately 5 PM PDT, a rather nice 75 degrees under totally blue skies, no doubt in celebration and honor of dog’s marvelous achievement. Thanks dog for helping make it a glorious Saturday.
Geography is not the only thing that brings dog close to me. She, too, has suffered the severist tragedy any human or dog could possibly experience and that not many recover from. But dog is strong and a survivor. She is responsible, in no small part, to my endless pages of PM comments, and I can’t possibly ever thank her enough for always being there for me. You are an integral part of fluther feature I love the most. It’s not the lurve, it is not my fluther or the other fluthers that have graciously added me, it not my rare clever answer, it is not setting great question records or trading barbs with the monkey man and randomassjon….its those comment pages filled with PMs from Supermouse, Chyna, cak, gailcalled, marina, jeruba, Grisaille, Peedub, uberbatman, Augustlan, cprevite, evelynspetzebra, jonblondesjon, my many other friends here at fluther, and of course you, my favorite dog. You can take the rest away, but leave me those PMs.
Neither of us sank beyond hope from the trajedy we experienced and we were both fortunately blessed with a second chance at what we had both lost. So, we share being two extremely lucky animals. And, in at least dogs case, being very, very special.
And what a very sweet, kind, caring, considerate, loving jelly she is. And an artist, undoubtedly displaying all those attributes in her work. Do you remember when jpowell called it quits here, rather mysteriously and quite thoroughly by cancelling his account. Like everyone else, I was stunned…no shocked, and just couldn’t imagine fluther with out jp. While I wallowed in self-pity at losing the fluther I had come to love (for a second time), dog grabbed a minicam, jumped in her extraordinarily hot Mustang, and drove west to the beautiful Pacific Ocean. And in the damp sand of the shoreline, she grabbed a stick and wrote in the sand a tribute to our Mr. Powell, a mutual friend of some acclaim. She brought it to fluther in a question, shared her video and suggested that this might be a good place for others to share their tributes to the Grand Gentleman of flutherdom. I cried and managed to type a few words to John…fuck it, make that Ryan, probably some non-sense about sharing one more PBR, or something. What every one had to say jp in that thread was special, but nothing was going to top dog’s artistic tribute.
JP was back relatively quickly, in my mind, due in no small part to dog’s video. Hell, it made me love dog even more than I had. I imagine my friend Ryan was at least equally in tears….we all know he is very real and a sensitive and considerate gentleman. And I don’t doubt that dog has touched many of you as she has me and jp. One thing I know, if there is a party, she is among the first to arrive. And while we all gorge ourselves on lurve and pancakes, dog puts on her little apron and starts chilling the champaign and breaking open the party trays and making sure everyone is enjoying themselves and knows where to find her carefully and lovingly placed refreshments.
I could go on forever talking about dog. But once again I’m monopolizing a celebration thread. And I have much catch-up to do, two more 10K jellies, a dog recovering from a fight with a racoon, one more cd to burn and get off into the mail, a couple of more personalized pipes, and not but not least, I have to make up to Sherry for being an ass the last couple of days (I have not felt well, but that’s no excuse).
Dog…it’s cool you got there ahead of me. All my dog’s have been spoiled to death, have never understood the meaning of heel and always lead the way for me…..I’m used to it. Congratulations, dog. I love you very much…..Gary
