tipping hats to dogs

had a wonderful "talk" with a friend recently. he offered to hear any of my troubles. (don't get all excited about me finding a real soulmate, he's gay.) and i told him that i didn't really have any. except. that i lack love. in my life.

simultaneously, we were having a discussion about steinbeck novels. and i told him that i had always loved cannery row. because i love doc. because.... well, because this-


“Doc tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him.”


i told him that this is the man i could fall in love with. and i told him that i once thought i had that man, but that he turned out to be ..... well, not that.

no matter. he's more or less a caricature to me now.

but really, a man who "tips his hat to dogs as he drives by and the dogs look up and smile at him."

what could be sexier than that? i mean, really.

so have you seen all the little facebook and twitter blurbs recently about sticking dogs into scanners and how they process human emotions? it's kind of crazy.

apparently, they can read emotions. and i think, "well, duh. who doesn't know that?"

but again, i ask, "what the hell are dogs?" are they people stuck in dog suits? are they fish wrapped up in fur? what the hell are they anyway? what's really on the inside of a dog? and why is a poodle in the same category as a beagle? or a Great Dane. or those ugly as xxxx greyhounds? really, what the hell is a dog?

and why can i eat a cow, but not a dog? i mean, cows seem every bit as soulful and individual as dogs? why can i eat a cow? and say it's delicious?

i just do not know.

the only thing i can conclude is that most of them are way better than most people. and i'm determined to find a people who is as soulful as a dog. but not gay.