Our evening commenced with a delightful dinner prepared by the Alpha Japanese Female. The AJF had conjured Max’s favorite Italian specialty while she treated herself to some fresh sockeye.
After feasting, we realized we still had about a half an hour before the nightly Olympics coverage began. I asked Max what he wanted to do.
He said we could sit and talk about all the medals that the athletes from Scotland brought home from Tokyo. I agreed but wondered out loud what we would do with the other 29 minutes and 38 seconds of our time.
We howled with good humor, nudged elbows and high-pawed each other. Brandy was sipped; soft chews were noshed.
[To be fair, Scotland claims it won 5 medals. Fact check: 4 of the 5 were in a single race, the 4x100m mixed medley event. Nevertheless, credit where credit due.]
By the time the TV sports presentation ended we were at that stage of the evening where men and dogs wax philosophical as they sit enjoying the many pleathers of the Recliner of Indolence.
I asked my furry partner to be honest and to tell me how he truly feels having weathered a tough few months after his bout with congestive heart failure.
“Let me just say this.” he replied, striving to attain stentorian tones beyond the reach of your average Malt.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
I admit I was surprised by his answer. Even more surprised that he was familiar with Tennyson’s “Ulysses”.
“Why the surprise, DogDad?” asked the obviously erudite pup.
I explained I always thought of Max as more of a Rudyard Kipling aficionado.
“Because you Gunga Din Nothin’ Except Sleep All Day.”
I high fived myself for this clearly superior Dad joke while the Furmeister grumbled in his white doggy beard.
The Gunga Din reference was close to truth. Water is a big part of Max’s routine. His medicines include a diuretic that gives him a powerful thirst and that means he pees like the fountains at Bellagio except the fountains have the courtesy to stop after midnight whereas Max demands a visit to the backyard every night at 2AM.
All in all, he’s doing pretty well!
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