Sometimes on Saturday we get in touch with that place inside of us that will never be satisfied and we realize that, even if the two armed ones threw Sharkey all day every day until the end of time, we would still be a crazed lunatic, longing for more, in search of a canine workshop that would teach us how to say “OH COME ON! COME ON! THROW IT AGAIN! THROW IT! COME ON!” in person language.
And we realize that we don’t want to be that guy. We don’t want to be the Sid Vicious of Jack Russell-Beagle-Chihuahua-Lab mixes and end up in some alley somewhere accosting hobos who look like they might be able to hurl Sharkey far enough to satisfy our craving for the Chasey Time and in that moment our feeble heart bursts open with gratitude and we understand for the first time fully, that even though we can be an unruly, myopic cyclone in moments, the dear ones we live with continue to love us in an unusually large and limitless way just the same.
Thank You In Advance For Your Ongoing Forgiveness,