Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch

Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch - "Georgie Harris" At present moment thoughts adrift, whereat figurative throne, this chap doth emotionally abdicate no particular reason finds me revisiting nostalgic thoughts, our (Harris – birth family) first pet, who didst accentuate mine early boyhood (far removed time wise from the crowd did place housing nostalgia), now over laid with subsequently decades worth of memories, your bow wow wing did sub woofer did accumulate, I attempt to adumbrate, while sitting facing, the Lenovo external screen (linkedin in my macbook pro laptop), commencement to nuh aerate spontaneous thoughts ruff lee outlining thine affectionate "mans beast friend" a dearly beloved, (long since departed), yet his "Georgie" spirit lives within me, and doth ameliorate teary eyed intermittent outbursts, sans remembrance of things past, particularly said four footed best pal, (a hybrid Boxer and Dalmatian - with docked tail) asper, when yours truly, a lil whippersnapper, he taught thyself bone a fide life lessons, and did animate my preschool days of solitude, and whose sixth canine sense didst anticipate increased amplitude of nascent childhood anxiety, yes unwittingly, "a therapy dog," whose company, I did appreciate oh, how his innocent naïveté bared kid lee didst articulate, thus whose demise scored beloved value, I belatedly authenticate.