My office mate, who has three dogs, sent me a link to this movie. I started to watch it, realized what it was about, and hastily stopped playback. After I screwed up the courage, I watched it with the sound off. I don’t think I would have made it through with the sound on. So here I am, recommending this movie even though I haven’t actually seen it. I may watch it later. Maybe.
Funny thing is, it makes me want to ride my bike (which is something I don’t do… not a “bike guy”)… and get tattoos (which I should point out, is also something I don’t do). And hug my dog. Mason’s been with us for the better part of twelve years, and I’ve been preparing myself for the day he dies for several of those years now. Just thinking about it makes me well up. I’m going to be a wreck that day.
Over breakfast this morning, while looking through the newspaper ads, my seven-year-old son asked me what a Pringle was. I explained, and we discussed why they come in a cantube, instead of in a bag like normal chips, but there’s nothing like experiencing something for yourself.
So today, while I was at work, I bought one of those little cans of Pringles.
We shall see what he (and his little brother) think of this.