Every year on the anniversary of his death, Aldo went to visit his uncle Ruff’s grave. Before his untimely death, Ruff had been Aldo’s idol, teaching the young pup the proper way to roll over and when it was or was not appropriate to sniff a bitch’s behind. It was only as he got older that Aldo realized that when he had accompanied Ruff on the seemingly harmless excursions running after cars he had, in actuality, been enabling his uncle’s full-blown chase-aholism. What had looked like a freak traffic accident was really only an inevitability of Ruff’s addiction. Nevertheless, despite his flaws, Aldo had loved Ruff, and so yearly went to pay his respects to his uncle, pee a little on his grave and bury a bone in his honor.
I’d Like To Think Dead People Have A Sense Of Humor. At Least I Hope So.23 02 2011