Wednesday, September 14, 2011


Yes, last year brought an unexpected visitor. He arrived growling, showing his teeth, and was host to several hundred lovely fleas. He was cautious, and didn't know whether to be grateful for the place to lay his head for the night, or to just bite the hand who was trying to feed him.

He arrived at a time when I was quite low. He arrived at a time when I welcomed the distraction. He arrived in perfect timing, and never side.

This dog loves me. I don't just mean that he loves me, I mean he loves the hell out of me. I think he misunderstood my intentions. I was just trying to help out a little guy who was down on his luck. My intentions were purely platonic, yet he fell for me head over heels, or should I say paws.

He has given me a year of dedicated love and affection. He has given me many a day of serious frustration. (He is quite the barker) He is my constant companion, whether I like it or not.

For better, for worse, in sickness...Whoa. Wait a minute, now I'm getting carried away. What has he done to my mind? When Michael said he wanted me to love again, I don't think he meant in a canine sort of way.


  1. Awwww he's soo cute! I love him!

  2. hee. But I bet he'd appreciate the irony. :)

  3. lol. I was just thinking about your cat and dogs the other day and wondered how everyone was doing. Don't these friends add so much to our lives?

  4. one could do worse than being loved by a dog that much. faithful. unconditional. constant. and when they kiss you it is always with tongue. wishing you peace.

  5. I love this post. I love you. I love Fido because he loves you (and I know that the love I get from Fred and Barney gives me so much comfort and to feel them next to me - ahhhhh, not so alone). Still laughing at end of your post today.


  6. Dan,

    I came across your blog while looking for resources about gay men and the awful grief that you and I have gone through. My goal is to start and maintain a peer run grief support group for gay men here in Pittsburgh. I lost my Barry 4 years ago and I find that I only in the past few months have started the wild work to recovery and acceptance. The stages of grief are rude indeed. I wanted to thank you for your honest and heartfelt look at your life. It gives me hope that I too can tackle and overcome that which Ive found a way to avoid for so long. If you ever need to talk, please contact me. david15214 at Thanks again and please take care.