Some dude in a tank top is sitting in this coffee shop drinking a large iced coffee with milk. That’s not the point. He has three dogs. That’s the point.
Three dogs.
]They are small poodle-looking dogs. Not teacup dogs which are all the rage, but small pig-sized dogs. He is eating a biscuit and feeding the three animals cups of whipped cream. Here I am thinking, who gets three dogs?
Sure, if you live on a farm or own a used car lot you might have three dogs but normal people?
The last thing I want is three dogs. What a nightmare. Two dogs is pushing it. Sure, dogs need friends but two dogs can be a handful. My mom has two dogs. One of them is fun and pisses all over the house. The other one is so old and ugly I am scared to touch it. Its eyes are caked over with black stuff and it only has hair here and there. Teeth? Lost em years ago. The old thing has seen some better days.
I guess we are all headed that way. Towards the end where we will all suffer some of that old-age nonsense. Those of us lucky enough to make it to old age I guess.
Do you ever think to yourself…why am I not doing cool shit while I still have the physical capacity to do cool shit? Let me guess, you are busy. Got it.
I was in an old folks home three years ago and this wily old man grabbed my arm as I was walking down the hall.
“Oh, hey!” I said startled.
“Hey, young man!” He smiled back full of energy and hunched over a walker with the tennis balls on the feet.
It looked like he had seen better days too. Like mom’s dog. But he still had a spark in him. We chatted for a minute and I finally asked if he had any advice for me.
“Oh yeah!” His eyes got big and his smile grew.
What?” I replied.
He leaned in close to me and said, “man, if I was your age I would go dancing every night. I would stay up late and have as much fun as I could. Dance, man, dance. I wish I could dance again.”
When was the last time you danced?
Trey