Today I took Calvin to the beach. I wanted to see the Atlantic from the suburban wasteland one last time (actually, I will probably have many more opportunities, but Virginia Beach has its own unique flair).
We ran together into the tide like we were in a black and white romance film, and Calvin got so much foam on his paws that it looked like he was wearing slippers. We sat down to rest and Calvin proceeded to dig a giant hole under my legs until I fell in it, and then he sat beside me.
It is fine to break up and deal with losing the companionship of a person, but why must a lady fall in love with his dog too?
Calvin= #1 dude in the world
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