dear dead dog diary,
it is the time of year again where i always my homage to my dead dog marty. maybe that is what caused me to dream about walking down the road where he was creamed by the UPS truck that early spring evening. this is the story of my dog who would surly be dead by now, today is his 22nd birthday. since i tell the same story every year, i thought today i might tell something a bit different about poor marty joanne 'gym shoe' and the impact he had on so many lives. he was my first dog and when he was 3 months old, he got bit by another big mean dog while we were at my friend's house playing in the backyard. i cleaned his little bite and it wasn't that bad, i thought, but it got infected. i took marty to the vet and he needed a shot- or he could DIE. the vet said the shot would make marty's teeth all lose their enamel by the time he was 7 and sure enough, my dog had one ugly mouth sooner than that. believe it or not, it made me love him more. he scared david letterman with his smile, often had mace pointed at him by mail carriers, and HATED gas station attendants (if anyone remembers those,) but as long as you weren't black (like he was) and had blonde hair (like i have) and asked him to go 'bye-bye,' well, marty would be your best fucking friend.
it is the time of year again where i always my homage to my dead dog marty. maybe that is what caused me to dream about walking down the road where he was creamed by the UPS truck that early spring evening. this is the story of my dog who would surly be dead by now, today is his 22nd birthday. since i tell the same story every year, i thought today i might tell something a bit different about poor marty joanne 'gym shoe' and the impact he had on so many lives. he was my first dog and when he was 3 months old, he got bit by another big mean dog while we were at my friend's house playing in the backyard. i cleaned his little bite and it wasn't that bad, i thought, but it got infected. i took marty to the vet and he needed a shot- or he could DIE. the vet said the shot would make marty's teeth all lose their enamel by the time he was 7 and sure enough, my dog had one ugly mouth sooner than that. believe it or not, it made me love him more. he scared david letterman with his smile, often had mace pointed at him by mail carriers, and HATED gas station attendants (if anyone remembers those,) but as long as you weren't black (like he was) and had blonde hair (like i have) and asked him to go 'bye-bye,' well, marty would be your best fucking friend.
