A well worthy read about a dog who was forever loved.
In the portrait, taken sometime in the Whimsical 90’s, his eyes are a cool cowboy stare, his young gun eyeballs throwing a wad of hot lead into the putz taking the picture in some photography studio at Sears or JC Penny. Regal, poised, the very soul of swagger, his rugged good looks are chiseled into the frame for future generations bounding up and down the stairs in my mother-in-law’s house to observe.
And to top it all off, when the picture making went down: he wore a blue bandanna.
Around his neck.
Not a kerchief. Not some silky city-slicker lady scarf that some men choose to wear. Oh no. This was a pure blue badass American bandanna. A biker rag.
Come to think of it, it was the 90’s…hell, he might have even been a Crip. That’s just how he rolled.
One thing is for sure, though. He was a hell of a dog.
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