"It is the most shattering experience of a young man’s life when one morning he awakes and quite reasonably says to himself, ‘I will never play the Dane.’”
Got a call in the middle of tech from my parents saying that Elvis had died this afternoon. He was going to run up the stairs, but missed the first step, and slammed his chest into the railing and stopped moving. My parents took him to the doggy emergency room and found out that he had some neurological issues that were either caused by or worsened by his collision. He wouldn’t be able to walk straight, jump or generally be a dog anymore, so they chose to “let him sleep”, as my dad told me.
Elvis was the strangest looking dog I’ve ever seen, and he had a personality to match his appearance. We loved him very much, and he loved us.
Now that my two childhood dogs are gone, I suddenly feel like I’m all grown up.
I also feel like I want to go home.
Everything I know I’ve learned from men in dresses.