A man and his dog...

Ok, so after watching Oliver Stone’s W. last night with my buddy Jon we enjoyed a good ol’ fashioned tailgate sittin’. During this usually beer soaked ritual, we discussed what could be the matter with the Cowboys and how we both still felt the pain of watching what could have been a championship season turn into a miserable end. Of course, at that time he asked me to blog about what we had discussed. No, I’m not writing another blog about how the Cowboys just can’t make it happen. Frankly, I’m tired of reading and hearing about what they need to do to fix things and so forth. But that’s neither here nor there. So, as I was walking my dog just a while ago (it’s my day off so I was walking my dog in the middle of the day, what of it) I started to think about the importance of the relationship between man and pet. Not to mention that someone on the cul-de-sac adjacent to my house wrote “STOP ANIMAL CRUELTY” in the middle of the street with colored chalk. I love my dog. He is a part of the family who I even, on occasion, have conversations with. I guess what is at the root of all this is that he is getting old. The whiskers on his chin and around his nose are gray, he sleeps more now than he doesn’t, and he is having breathing problems that resemble asthma, though the vet says he is fine. I’ve already put one dog to sleep in the past year; I don’t want to do it again. A moment of silence please for Kacee Hansen, beloved dog and friend…

So, that being said, my parents are working on finding another dog. I’m not necessarily comfortable with this. I’ve had time to get over Kacee, sure, but I hate to think that we are finding a replacement for Pierce while he is still here. They say, of course, that this isn’t the situation, but it sure seems like it. They are looking for another lab, which is great, but I don’t want to be involved in the fulltime raising and training of another dog unless it is my own. Which brings me to my next point…I want my own dog. Not a family dog, not a friend’s dog, my dog. I’ve thought about what kind of dog I would want. I like Bull Terriers, Australia Shepherds, and Basset Hounds…but I know I would be just as happy and feel probably more fulfilled if I went to the animal shelter and adopted a mutt. Either way, I want, and feel I am ready for my own dog. Think of it as me maturing and losing my fear of commitment.

Ok and one more thing. The Cowboys will not be able to solve their problems until they realize that they have problems. Jerry Jones is oblivious to issues that threaten his team, while his fans continue to call for his head. There, I said my piece.