It seems The Mayor has a lot of weekly features that have dogs represented in them in one form or another. Truth be told, I absolutely love dogs. Funny thing though, I’ve never owned one.
There was a time not too long ago in the Mayor’s life when I resigned myself to the fact that I would never get married or have a significant other ever again. At the time, I was going to buy a dog and a few hundred acres up north and do basically nothing for three or four decades until the Lord called me home. I would have owned the bestest dog in the world, and when I went to Church on Sunday’s, I would dress myself AND my good boy in some sort of amazing suit and ride into town. My good boy would have sat next to me in the pew, and we would have a running joke where I’d let a ripper go, and when someone from the congregation would look at me, I’d point to the good boy like he did it. Then good boy and I would laugh and laugh and laugh.
All the other dogs would be crazy jealous, of course, because my good boy would always have the best suits. The other jealous dogs would come by our estate and try to pick fights with good boy, but my fella would brush them off, like the coolest dog in the world would do.
But those plans went by the wayside when I got married to TLDG. Sure I never got a dog, but TLDG and I are happy together and we have a wonderful, beautiful baby girl. And for now, when we go to Church on Sunday’s and I let a ripper go and someone from the congregation looks at me, I act like Clare did it. It’s funny now, but I have a feeling that joke is going to wear thin pretty soon.
And when it does, who knows, maybe I’ll get a dog.
That was a super story, I really got my groove on there, didn’t I?