A Dialogue With The Doggy

Doggy's Interview

1. If you won $10,000,000 in the lottery, what would you buy first and why?

2. What kind of people do you not like and why?

3. Tell me about your 'best day.'

4. What is your favorite holiday and why?

5. Tell me something about yourself that people who know you well would find surprising.

Just a reminder of the rules of the game:

Interview Rules

1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me please"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here on my blog (not the same questions you see here).
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Interview With A Brownie

This is an interview game that my good buddy Art over at the Naked Waiter started. Play along with me?

1. What is a typical Sunday like for you?
This time of year, a typical Sunday involves me sitting in front of the TV somewhere (home, friends house, the bar) screaming at the TV while watching football.

2. If you could be the family pet to someone famous (past or present), what kind would you be and who would be filling the food dish for you? Why that person?
Personally, I prefer dogs. I love dogs. I'm not sure, however, that I'd want to be a dog. I think I'd prefer to be a cat. A big, fat, spoiled cat who could lie around in the sun all day and always get my way.

My master would be Betty White because she absolutely loves animals and would take better care of me than probably anyone else on the planet.

3. If you could change careers, what profession would you choose?
I would love to be a firefighter/paramedic. It's such a heroic and dangerous job. It's a job, I think, where you'd truly feel like it matters that you're there; it means something; it's worthwhile.

4. What did it take for you to realize that a friendship was not all that you thought it was?
I had a very dear friend who disappointed me by not believing me, or believing in me. Have you ever had that happen? Someone you trust, love even...and they hear a rumor and for some reason choose to believe it? It hurt. It still hurts when I let myself think about it.

5. What experience in life has scared you the most?
I'm not easily 'scared.' I've always loved horror movies. I'm an avid reader of authors like Stephen King, Peter Straub, and Anne Rice.

On the other hand, I think that what I fear the most is being alone for the rest of my life. Un-partnered is a better way to express it, I suppose. I'll never truly be alone. I have family and friends to be with whenever I wish, or need.

The 'alone' I'm referring to is the alone that happens when all your friends have gone home and it's quiet in the house. The only sounds that can be heard are those of the refrigerator and/or furnace kicking off and on. When you've washed your face and brushed your teeth and you crawl into bed...alone. The sheets are cold and there's nothing there to cuddle up with except a book and an extra pillow.

That's the alone I'm talking about.


Interview Rules

1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me please"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions here on my blog (not the same questions you see here.
3. You will update your blog/site with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Love will come to me...

I probably shouldn't listen to 'the girls' when I'm lonely. Now I'm depressed and lonely.


Love Will Come to You
The Indigo Girls

guess i wasn't the best one to ask
me myself with my face pressed
up against love's glass
to see the shiny toy i've been hoping for
the one i never can afford
the wide world spins and spits turmoil
and the nations toil for peace
but the paws of fear upon your chest
only love can soothe that beast
and my words are paper tigers
no match for the predators of pain inside her

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there's now one there will be two

i was born under the sign of cancer
(love will come to you)
like brushing cloth i smooth the wrinkles for an answer
(love will come)
i'm always closing my eyes and wishing i'm fine
(i close my eyes and wish you fine)
even though i know i'm not this time
(even though i know you're not this time)

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
where there's now one there will be two

dodging your memories a field of knives
always on the outside looking in on other's lives

i say love will come to you
hoping just because i spoke the words that they're true
as if i offered up a crystal ball to look through
(i have offered up to you)
where there's now one there will be two

and i wish her insight to battle love's blindness
strength from the milk of human kindness
a safe place for all the pieces that scattered
learn to pretend there's more than love that matters