(This piece has nothing to do with movies. Occasionally I feel the need to write about something different. Enjoy.)
Some years ago, my wife Ellen came home from her job at the Kansas City Art Institute with a wriggling bundle of joy.
It was a puppy given to her by one of the students (kids were always trying to balance their studies with pet ownership and failing), who said it was a black Lab.
Our daughter named him Josh.
Josh was loyal, loving, dumb and destructive in ways that only an energetic, tail-wagging Labrador retriever can be. Also, it turned out that while there might have been a black Lab in his family tree, there was a lot more Great Dane. This was one big dog. (more…)
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