My dearest friend Lisa lost her puppy this past weekend. Clue was a great friend, a wonderful playmate, and a good son. He shall be deeply missed.
I only met him a couple times, but I feel like he’s a part of me, too – in fact, there’s a dirt stain on the toe of my right running shoe from when I kicked his filthy tennis ball through their deck railing back in July.
I got a 6-pack of Flying Dog Doggie Style Ale tonight and toasted his memory well.