Time they say is a great healer. However, maybe that does not apply if your best friend of 13 years was a Heeler. It has been just over 18 months since I said goodbye to my furry son Pugsly and not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I will anticipate that I will be pulling a few stories out of the old noggin about our life with Pugs and laying them down on paper or blog over time. I was wondering if Charles Dickens had a Blue Heeler. For anyone who knows, they are a lot of work and the phrase 'It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" may definitely apply. Pugs could open a fridge door and clean it out and that was after he went blind and he was considered calmer at the time.Ah, good times! Even so he was the most unbelievably loyal friend, which I am sure is the case of millions of dogs all over the world standing strong by their families today. How lucky are we as a race that we can instill such devotion from another animal. This loyalty was profoundly told in a movie we just saw called 'Hatchi: A Dog's Story'. It was based on a true story and ranks up there with one of my best movies ever.
After finishing the movie and soaking up my tears with a Shamwow towel I got ready for bed. As I was stripping off thinking about my dog I came down to my most favotite pair of underwear. The type of pair that I know my wife has had her eye on for many months now. No, not in the amorous way that I have been mistranslating when wearing my 'ol'faithfuls'. But in the "I'm-gonna-throw-those-discusting-old-holey-things- out-as-soon-as-he-turns-his-back" type of way. I have not met a man who does not covert his ancient undies. In fact the holes are what add to the comfort of those babies.Not that I spend my time sitting round the camp fire with my buddies talking about our 'smalls'.....but I would if the coversation went that direction........it's just guy code, we know what's important to us and we all know we're sporting some 'holies'. It's one of the reasons we sit so comfortably round the fire in the first place. We are walking tall and feeling great and it's all down to the ol'faithfuls! However, that is not always the case. Suddenly in the closet there is a new batch of 'Fruit of the Looms' and you can't find the old pair of parchment undies you lovingly call 'swiss cheese' anywhere! You begrudgingly put on the new pair that seem to suffocate your neather regions. You can't walk tall, you feel as stiff as one of those nutcracker dolls! There is no loyalty there, no history that you have shared with these Looms - only a feeling of treachery as you adjust and carry on with your life thinking that it's about time you got a new dog!
(Mark)
