Here’s the short of it. A junkyard dog comes into a girl’s life like a flash flood, swarm of locusts and rage of angels rolled into one and finally she has met her match. The dog who nobody wanted or just wanted dead became the guiding device of days turned into years. Even those who feared him could not help but fall under his spell; just ask his cat, whom this dog loved in the way kings love. This was ChiCha, the dog who raised a speckled paw to all he knew and left a trail or treats and awe.
You wouldn’t reckon a disembodied skull would be so darn happy, grinning like a kid who got aerosol cans in his trick-or-treat bag. A lesson for us all, I suppose.
Heartbroken for the necessary wisdom that now eludes us.
David Franks sent a VDay card most years. VDay 2010 approaches with the sad dawning that there will be no David Franks card this year. David Franks (January 30, 1948-January 14, 2010) leaves a big black book of heartbroken friends, in B’more and beyond.
Three weekes into her progresse, the Queene looked about and declared her magesties lande fecunde and worthye.
ChiCha, on the other hande, begged for the indoores so he might recline on the chaise lounge.