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This year will mark my 10 year high school reunion, and in honor of this sentimental event numerous FaceBook friends have started posting pictures of their high school experiences.  I show up in a few of them, a smiling face but a forgettable one sitting at the edge of the action.  I’d like to say that that wouldn’t characterize pictures of me now, but I’ve realized that I have no pictures of my own with which to compare this theory. 

Sifting through my photos, I find that Blue boy has been the apple of the camera’s eye and I am no better than a doting mother.  He’s got a face that would melt you, but an attitude that would make you yell at him to get off of your lawn.  If his teenage attitude were translated into a human body, he would be the kid who tackles during touch football but doesn’t see a problem with it.  He would be the kid talking during the movies with no intention of quieting down.  But in his defense he would also give you his coat if it were snowing outside and he was just as cold as you.  He would always greet you with a warm welcome regardless of what ills or bad feelings may have previously passed between you, even if you took away his video games before he was ready to stop playing.  I realize the extreme self-indulgence involved in pondering the human state of my very non-human dog, but look into his eyes and you’ll wonder if he really understands more than you give him credit for.

I’ve probably said too much.  If after this post you decide that it’s not a good idea to come back and visit me, I’ll understand.  But if you’re a pet owner, you won’t think that this entire mental conversation is so strange.  If you’re a cat owner, I have no idea how you feel.

As for the title of this blog, can someone fully explain that bumper sticker to me?