Eulogy 4

or one of the reasons I am happy I did not lose my virginity in high school

I Love My Dog

You were a bit too much of dry humored snark for a 17-year-old who played the tuba in marching band. Why I thought you were dreamy is beyond me now but there I was 25 years ago, saying

“I love you”

and your response hasn’t left me since

“Oh, well look I love my family, and I love my sister. I mean, I love my dog. I like you.”