19.6.09

Jujo Cadien- 1837-2009, Rest in Peace

The world lost a brave and brilliant warrior today. Jujo Cadien, old man child of Mary, friend to all, took his last breath today and traveled on to the great beyond, a land of bacon and sunshine, belly rubs and endless laps to sleep on.
Jujo was a great unifier and was adored by all who met him. Dog lovers and dog haters alike had no choice to agree that Jujo was, simply put, The Shit.
Where he came from, no one will ever know, but where he ended up is as potent a love story as there ever was. Confused, cast-off, of mysterious origins, he ended up in the arms of Mary who saw through his tough exterior and the two quickly became inseparable.


He was sexy...

He was a good sport. Hell, he even looked cool with a fry on his head...



He was a muse...

He was a (reluctant) Arctic explorer...
He was photogenic... and loved... and beautiful...
and he will be missed by all who knew him.
Good luck and godspeed, tiny warrior. May the afterlife keep you entertained with edible mailmen and neverending sunbeams until we all end up in the same place, due to the mechanics of life, reunited again in the great unknown.
You, my good man, were a good friend to us and no one will ever top you.
Kisses and hugs.




6.6.09

There's a Retina Burn at the End of the Tunnel


Kids

It's no secret that kids and I aren't meant to be together. I do however love that they say the "darndest things" (eat it, Cosby).
My friend Shosh is in town with her lil' Sammy (Davis Junior, Jr.). He's 5.5 years old... or 2.5 years old. Something small. Anyhoo, apparently one day he dropped the word "obviously." Shosh was surprised and said, "Oh, obviously, huh? What's that mean, Sammy."
"It's Spanish," was his response.
"Really? What's it Spanish for?"
He thought for a second and then replied, with what may hopefully one day turn into perfect comic timing, "Peanut Butter!"
Brilliant.