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Friday, June 25, 2004

On a sad note my Mother's dog Jeff moved out of our house last night, to live with the angels in doggy heaven. I had quite an unpleasant morning helping him with this relocation.
I was thinking there should be a private service, that could come to your house and move your animal, and perhaps clean up a little. When a person moves in with the angels in people heavan, there are agencies that come and take care of such things in a somewhat respectful manner. I believe (from past experiences) the public protocol for animals involves the sanitation department and garbage bags. It would be nice if this service could be provided 24 hours a day, but not necessary. This is New York City, where people regularly tote their free range organic fed, cashmere-clad lapdogs in Louis Vuitton dog carriers to day-spas, while they work, where their day to day ass sniffing and ball licking is broadcast via live feed, over the innerweb, for you to watch all day.
I would start said company, but I realize I like to keep my lunch in my stomach, and such behavior would not be appropriate or appreciated in the owner's time of mourning.


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