When I took my dog Chester to the vet last week, I was happy to bump into my friend, volleyball teammate, and Redskins Superfan Rick, waiting on a sofa with his burgundy buddy Buster (even the DOG is Redskins colors), pacing and panting around like any normal dog would do.
“What are you in for?” I asked.
“I have to put Buster down. Lung cancer,” Rick answered.
“But he seems fine,” I said, as if my proclamation could reverse rogue cells. My brain tried to process poor Buster’s diagnosis, images of him smoking cigarettes and drinking beer while watching ESPN, scratching his belly with the remote. Buster and Chester, meanwhile, sniffed each other’s doggy bits, tails wagging. Buster even barked at us–his lungs still worked, right?
No. Though he seemed healthy on the outside, Buster was quietly suffering inwardly. His time had come. So even though my Skins will be minus one furry fan this season, I’m happy Chester and I were his last, if brief, friends before he crossed the Rainbow Bridge to those FedEx Field Box Seats in Heaven. R.I.P. Buster!
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And on a lighter note, I attended the final audition round extravaganza this week for the NBA Washington Wizards Girls. Some 30+ smart, beautiful, and athletic ladies competed for the coveted spots.
Let me tell you, I’ve done my fair share of cheer and dance in the past, as well as college sports, and I could NOT keep up with these high-kicking, kick-butt babes. You GO, girls!