Tuesday, October 25, 2011


So there we are at the Dump, me in the back of the truck tossing stuff in the dumpster and Boogie at his station, the driver's seat with his big old head out the window, and a man with a white beard and full camo coveralls backs up his truck next to us and starts unloading his trash, when he stops and looks over at Boogie and says to me, "That's a big hound, you must live in the country!"

Yessir . . . and then we discussed blood hounds and coon hounds and red bones like we were having coffee together, but the trash ran out so we parted ways.

And on the way home, the early autumn morning light all kinda golden like came through the foggy windshield and lit up Boogie's muzzle which I noticed for the first time has turned completely grey. Don't you just hate it when your dog gets old?

1 comment:

Alec Lawson said...

Actually, dogs with grey muzzles have merely turned into nice old gentlemen. There's such a dog in our neighborhood and we call him Mr. Old Man Puppy. While trying not to notice that he wears black socks with his sandals.