I decided to name the dog Plutoed. You may think: did you mean Pluto? I most certainly did not. As many of you know, in 2007, the planet Pluto got demoted from Planet status, sent to the realm of Planetoids. In the same year, the word Plutoed got coined, meaning to be demoted. I thought this to be a fitting name for a dog who once belonged to rich family and had fallen into the hands of a homeless man.
Over the past week, I have connected with Plutoed, his talking presence keeping me company. He internalizes his emotions and walks most of the time with his tail motionless like a white tick on his butt. Dan why you keep looking at my butt dude? You gay or something? Did I mention that he also delivers lines with a brute brashness? He has “opened up” to me. I listen to his thoughts, grappling and molding them like clay in my hands. I’ve learned that his mother grew up in a barn in Missouri and that his father grew up a prized show dog in New York. Plutoed’s enjoys a meal of fillet steak bathed in original A1 sauce. He prefers to stick with the classics like Cool Hand Luke and Rebel Without a Cause. Dan, the brilliance of Paul Newman’s performance stuns me everytime. I appreciate the Christian allegorical elements of the plot and story. With James Dean, he defines an era that intrigues me, an era of brut honesty and stark, simple sex appeal.
What a wealth of intellignce for 5 dollars. A mercurial efficiency of the mind. Dan, can we chase squirrels in the park today? With an edge of playfullness not found in most men. Plutoed, we can run after squirrels, bears, lions, even Venus in the sky. We can chase whatever you want to chase until our feet burn with the embers of the earth.
