Maybe it was the pastrami sandwich. Maybe the garlic. But my postprandial nap produced a dream of a discussion with the late, great Sirius P. Wirius (as I called him). Sirius was the star dog. He died in my arms on August 25.
As some of you remember, Sirius was trained to poop in Dick Cheney’s front yard on Euclid Avenue in Highland Park (Dallas, TX). He also attended the pre-2004 election anti-war rally on the Mockingbird Lane bridge near SMU. On the day that Cheney was operated on and a major anti-war rally was in progress in DC, Sirius decided to stop in and talk.
Sirius bodes no ill will towards Cheney. He only pooped in Cheney’s yard for the liver treats I gave him. Sirius told me that he thinks Cheney and Bu$h might be the cause of my high blood pressure and possible TIA. I think that is partially correct.
Sweet Sirius regretted not being in Washington, DC, today. He was, after all, a northern Virginia boy with many walks on the mall and swims at Jones Point under his belt. He had his teeth cut as an anti-war protestor in Dallas. He was almost close enough to Bu$h, once, to bite him on the leg.
Sirius said that the Rainbow Bridge is absolutely full of refugees from earth-storms. But, he stoically pointed out, there is always room for more. The unlucky pets need help from kind people, Sirius said (hinting?).
Sirius started in on Nick-Nick’s total takeover of the place (which is not true .. Nick-Nick still mourns Sirius). I was snorting and sweating, and then the dryer buzzer went off.
Weird dream. True story.
Sweet Sirius