Thank you for keeping my life interesting.

Gusby ol' friend, ol' pal, I have to thank you once again.

Thank you for keeping my life interesting. There are, of course, many stories which I could share with you and the world, but I'll focus on just one.

Standing in my garage with my lovely wife, we begin the conversation with a little anecdote. To preface, I had just taken Zeus (and only Zeus) to the mailbox to get the mail.

Kris: Tuck criiiied, and cried and cried when you took Zeus out. Wanted nothing to do with me or his rope.

Me: Yeah, that's not surprising.

Kris: He went nuts trying to get Zeus' scent, but since the whole house smells like Zeus, it was a no-go.

Me: Well, Zeus walked out the door and was therefore gone forever, so he had to take a picture to remember him by, the only way a dog can.

Kris: I think that when Zeus dies, Tuck will have the hardest time with it.

Me: Well, we'll just distract him with a new puppy then.

Kris: You know what would break my heart? If Zeus died while we were out at work or something, and we came home to find Tuck all cuddled up to him.

Me: Heh, yeah, that would suck.

Kris: What would be even more upsetting though is if Tuck started eating his dead body.


Ahh, Gusby, truly you have blessed me with an interesting woman with whom to spend the rest of my life.