Says Meade 5 minutes after I ask him if it's okay if I blog him a happy birthday.
Context: Meade will be celebrating his 60th birthday by participating in the volunteer spring clean-up at a Dane County dog park (where he frequently takes our neighbors' Labrador Retriever, up after whom he always picks).
How are you celebrating this next blessed day of human existence?
Does your celebration include poop? Poop beyond your own personal bodily production? Poop beyond your own family members, including your own pets? Poop beyond the pets of your neighbors that you've undertaken to squire around the county.
Whether it's your birthday or not — and if it's your birthday, whether you're hitting a big landmark like 60 or not — please take a moment to notice the good and — to increase the good and to magnify your own goodness — to take away some of the bad, even the bad that plopped from somebody else's dog that was not even the somebody else's dog that you took to the park.
And by dog, I mean real dogs and metaphorical dogs, on this beautiful last Saturday in March.
A toast to the formidable Meade:
My old man.