Me, watching a woman with multiple piercings and vast expanses of very bright and very public ink:”Nice dumper. Always wanted to do a circus freak”
Partner: “The women I know all check that box off on their bucket list after meeting me”
Me: “I am so blogging this”
My dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny alerts me to the demise of her family’s longtime companion Zeke. 
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In her own words:
We didn’t take enough pictures of Zeke in 15 years, I wish we had. He was a beautiful boy and this really doesn’t do him justice.
You would have liked Zeke — everybody did, even people who didn’t like dogs. Even the UPS guy, who I caught petting Zeke one day. Zeke just made people love him just by being his Zeke-y self. We all should be so good. :)
Zeke was a great dog and I miss him so much. We loved him more than most people; he was better than most and more deserving.
May G-d hold Zeke in the hollow of his Mighty Hand.
