he was a kid, he had wanted a dog. Briefly, the twelve year old recovered his
mother, she had a whole family -- including a dog, an Irish Setter named Rip.
How very American it sounded, how tough and cowboy like, almost Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrip!
He had kids almost
before he grew up. They always wanted a dog, when it wasn't a cat, a canary,
a turtle or goldfish. He always said no, kids are enough trouble. Trying some
humor, he added "a man who hates animals and children can't be all bad".
A few months before
his third marriage, his bride-to-be finally won him over and convinced him to
buy a dog. A Visula, how very 80's American it was. "OK, but the dog must
sleep outside and is not allowed in the house", his last feeble cry --
the little puppy was sleeping next to him in bed every night.
years we wanted a dog and now you get one", his far-past-twenty kids whine.
Like most kids growing up in the sixties, his kids were always looking to feel
even more deprived than they actually had been. He only makes it worse by referring
to the dog as the brother of his alienated son, knowing it drives the kid crazy.
He dies, the kids
and the dog carry on.......