I decided that today was a good day to bring some garbage down to the transfer station. We used to have garbage pickup, but when I found out that I could bring what I had to the transfer station for free (paid for in the taxes), I promptly cancelled the garbage pickup and began saving twenty five bucks a month.
I’ve been doing this for about two years. Let’s see, 25×24=600. Do you know how many Guinness I can buy with that?
Anyway, as I was backing my car up to the dump-off area, I happened to notice a large, red head sticking out of the back of the car next to me. It was the head of a Golden Retriever.
As I got out of my car and began walking around back to pop the rear hatch, I asked the fella next to me if I could pet his dog. He said “of course” and we began talking.
First, let me tell you about this dog. He is a five year old Golden Retriever. He looks exactly like my old dog. Darker red hair, taller than most Goldens and he has that distinguished lump right in the middle of the top of his head. Same personality too. Maybe I should say doggy-ality instead.
I grabbed this dog’s face with both hands and started making the strangest goo-goo ga-ga noises. I don’t know where they came from. It was magical.
Here, let me show you some pictures of my dog. Maybe this will get you in the mood. I may have already posted these somewhere…
After I was finished making a fool out of myself with the dog, the dog’s owner and I started talking.
He told me about how this dog changed his life for the better. He said that he used to be a window and door salesman, but after the economy began tanking, he found himself out of a job. He became depressed and had nothing to do. When the dog (Jerry-Dog) came into his life, he began trying to teach it to run those obstacle courses we have all probably seen on TV. The dog wasn’t very good, but as time went on, he got better. This guy began making the obstacles for the obstacle course himself. Then, he started selling them. After that, he got into making dog treats and selling them too.
Now, let me tell you, this guy didn’t seem depressed anymore. And he loved that dog too.
See what a nice big Golden Retriever can do for a guy?