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The Dogs Go Too
Blue jeans, blue grass and faithful friends
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Murray & Zuppa

I’m sorry to tell you, sweet girl, but I might be a writer. I might be a writer who, on occasion, squirms into a tweed jacket and gives a quick reading. I might be a writer who goes to dinner parties and laughs loudest and can sometimes tell the difference between syrah and merlot (not really, but I’m full of bull). I might lift my glass into the light and I might sniff the cork. I might be a writer who will teach his students why plot does and does not matter; why character means more than anything; and why, if I’m honest, I don’t care what they write about as long as they get a bang out of it and I don’t get fired. I’m also in debt, drink too much, don’t have health insurance and ask strangers inappropriate questions on a regular basis. Lately, I’m thinking I should stop using the word might. You should know, sweet girl, I might even be a writer with dogs.

Just last month I picked up an abandoned pile of wiggling mud from the middle of the street and took her home. I gave her a bath and let the vet fill her full of antibiotics. Now it seems I have a puppy who looks exactly like a raccoon had sex with a fox. She has a bandit’s mask, a puffy cinnamon mane and a black stripe that starts at the nape of her neck and ends at the tip of her tail. She has a white swirl on her chest and ears like a wolf. I named her Zuppa for how much she looks like the espresso-and-mocha-soaked pound cake dessert you and I shared on our first night out. I named her Zuppa so that we would both be reminded of sitting across from one another and smiling wide when we realized how good espresso and mocha could be when it’s soaked up by pound cake and topped with whipped cream. I also tasted spiced rum and amaretto, and when I watched you lick the whipped cream off your lips, it was the closest I’ve ever been to attaining enlightenment. It made me a little sorry that the man you were looking at was me.

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Submitted by Melissa M | December 27 2009 |

You posted a comment to a comment I made on Jason M's facebook page so I followed the trail and found your blog here, this is great!

Also a big dog lover who loves taking any of my four dogs to any place that is open to dog friendliness.

cheers to dog lovers!

Submitted by Murray Dunlap | May 4 2010 |

Cheers back atcha!!!

Submitted by Murray Dunlap | October 10 2013 |

Cheers!

Submitted by Ferrill | September 5 2010 |

Murray,

This is fantastic. I really enjoyed your writing here.

Submitted by Anonymous | November 12 2010 |

Murray, this one got me. You ALWAYS write beautifully, but this one is something beyond any. So wonderful.

Submitted by Murray Dunlap | November 23 2010 |

thank you all!

Submitted by Holly | March 8 2011 |

I absolutely loved reading it. Very witty and definitely unique. I am very impressed Murray. Your words sure planted a huge smile on my face, and I have no doubt I am not the only one!

Submitted by Sherwin Chen | April 5 2012 |

It is amazing that you took her to the vet to get her some probiotics for dogs. Many people pick up strays and have no idea what to do with them, which can be dangerous for both the dog and owner.

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