Poor John-John….

Remember this guy…

Well, this guy has moved on and has a much better life now…and I have a much worse life now…I’m totally selfish and wish I can still come home after work to see Deuce super-excited, wagging his tail frantically and performing his little spin-around multiple times as I tried to put the leash on him to take him for a walk…I miss seeing him get outside and want to take off running after being in my place all day by himself…I even miss watching him curiously pick his spot, spin around slowly a time or two to position himself into perfect pooping position (he really had great form..), pin his ears back, and then as he’s doing his business, embarrassingly look up at me to make sure I wasn’t looking…of course I was though (like a dick) because I liked seeing his sheepish face…I would quickly turn away thinking he didn’t see me…I know he did though…I even miss grabbing the shit-bags and slowly bending over to….okay, okay, I’m rambling now…I sure as heck didn’t enjoy that part…

Deuce moved out to the country here in Northern VA about 3 weeks ago to live with his brother on a 12-acre plot of land…well, it’s not just him and his brother…a family took him in to take care of them…It would probably be hard for Deuce and his brother to survive on their own in this day in age…with housing prices the way they are and gas constantly…….Anyway, I’m sure he enjoys chasing his ball in a huge yard compared to chasing it in a 1200-square foot condo…it’s just a hunch on my part…Plus, like I said, he has his brother to play with instead of me and Tim…

Stop looking at their asses…that’s not nice…

I’m sure he’s getting in a bit better shape as well…

Man, I’m beat…those 5 minutes of playing just about killed me…
Selfies are just about fucking impossible to take…I took about 10 of these with him and unbelievably, this is the best one…why do I look like such a dork…

I miss you buddy and hope to see you soon…you brought a lot of joy to my life the past year…

As you wipe the tears out of your eyes, I’ll leave you with something a bit more uplifting.  I witnessed a high school/college (whatever..) kid perform some pretty damn good push-ups the other day at the gym…and if I’m saying that, they must’ve been good, huh…after watching him crank out about 25-30 with ease, he decided to seek out the aid of his  workout partner to place a whole, fucking 10-lb plate on his back for his next couple sets…his 160-or-so pound frame performed the push-ups just as easily as without the extra poundage…I respected the kid before he turned into a typical jackass by pulling off that stunt…

And lastly, sorry Deuce, I love ya, but you’ll never take the place of this guy…this is my childhood dog growing up —- RAMBO —- a very fitting name…

Beware of approaching him though…unless you were introduced when he was young…or you were a hot female…he never seemed to mind them…

It’s certainly not Masters weekend, but US Open Saturday and Sunday is pretty damn good too…

Happy Father’s Day to the 3 fathers who read this…

 

 

3 thoughts on “Poor John-John….

  1. Oh my goodness!!! my first dog back home was a GS and his name was “Rambo” too. Unfortunately someone stole him.

  2. I knew there was a “soft” spot there…..I keep telling you, get your own dog….unconditional “love” no matter what! Be good to your father today!

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