As Long As I Can RememberSince I could talk there has been dog in my house. That's a considerably long time considering that I started talking before walking or I was even all that great at crawling. They were black labs named after the greats in musical culture of my parents' time. Ziggy, Marley, Buffet. They're all gone now. I wake up and think I should let them outside. I go to feed them almost every night. When food falls on the floor, I almost forget that I can't leave it there anymore and make a kissing sound with my mouth.
I just miss my dogs so much.
For as long as I can remember, I've had a dog. Now that they're all gone, I'm really sad that I took them being around from granted.