Note: This is a non-golf post that is non-political. Trust me. I can’t wait to get back to doing course and equipment reviews. I wouldn’t wish the last 12 months of my life on anyone. It’s been uniformly horrific. So indulge me a bit more. Thanks, SGIC.
I still miss this little guy every day. We should all strive to be more like you.
It was a year ago today that we said goodbye to Molson, our oldest greyhound (seen above), sending him over what greyhound people refer to as the rainbow bridge. I’d like to say that in 365 days I’ve moved on, and to some extent I suppose we have, but in a lot of ways, I never will. It’s said that dogs pick their humans and not the other way around. Molson was that dog who literally found us in a store at an event. He decided that he was going home with us and in many ways was the true ruler of our house for the 9+ years we had him.
Wise beyond his years.
He wasn’t the swiftest (he wasn’t much of a racer) or the most energetic but he was, and remains, the sweetest. He wanted to be everyone’s friend, be they 5, 95 or any age in between. If our friends’ twins got in his crate with him, he didn’t care (he was just happy they were petting him). Don’t tell me was “just a dog” because that says you never met him. Every day was a gift, every ear rub or pink belly was the best thing ever. Every toy he had was the best toy ever. My request? Be more like Molson. Be kind to each other. Take naps. Be sweet and charming. Run if you feel like it. Make every day awesome. Cheer someone up for no reason whatsoever. Run in the snow just because. And sometimes, just be a huge goofball for no reason at all.
Expect that whatever is behind that door will probably be wonderful.
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