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(If you laughed at that title, you went to high school with me.)

Last weekend, I had the privilege of spending time with this handsome devil:

The camera loves him!

That’s Jake, and he’s a true gentleman.  I stayed at his wonderful home and took care of him while his family was out of town.  We hung out, shared sandwiches, went on long walks, and had introspective conversations about weather, women, and wine.  I guess you can say that he helped me become a dog person in a short amount of time, and sealed the deal by saying goodbye to me when I checked up on him for the last time.

Here’s a chat log with friend and newly-minted blogger Caitlin.  I have sunk to a new low by copy/pasting from instant messaging, but it’s good material.  Don’t judge me.

Me: i’m jake’s best friend now, as it seems
i stopped by the house to check up on him one more time, but his family had gotten back already… he came and said goodbye when i left
Caitlin: no.
he is yours.
as dogs are.
Me: i stand corrected
Caitlin: you could lock him in a closet for a week and he’d be happy to see you when you let him out.
just like me.
Me: true
i’ve never had a dog before. i think i could warm up to ‘em.
he was like a canine representative
Caitlin: Really? you haven’t lived.
you haven’t ever loved or been loved in return until you belong to a fog.
dog*
(that would have been much more epic had I been paying attention while typing)

I have no intention of belonging to Mel Tormé, especially seeing as how he’s dead, so I’m glad we cleared that typo up quickly.