Valentines Day is rough on an old man like Sam. He woke up complaining that it’s just an evil corporate holiday created to push greeting cards and chocolate on lovesick youth. We planned a dinner with friends and I convinced Sam – for the sake of the guests – to wear something dapper and try not to kill the mood with his cynicism.
Read got out the keyboard and a big book called “90’s Love Ballads” (what else?). The roommate and I cooked up some homemade lasagna and set the table all pretty. We set the candles underneath some fresh plum blossom cuttings in an attempt to trick the blossoms into opening up (spring!) and it sort of worked.
A couple bottles of pinot noir later and Sam started waxing poetic about the one and only love of his life: Wink-the-one-eyed-beagle. They met at summer camp in 2004 and he’s never had eyes for any other dog. So Wink, if you’re out there, Sam sends you a tipsy but heartfelt Valentine kiss.
Want to read more about Samson?
– The story of how he found me
– That time he jumped off the balcony
– That time I got a letter about his threatening behavior
– That time he returned to Hocking Hills
– Life without Sam