â€śHey Fido, why the long face?â€ť
Fido lay sprawled at my feet under my desk in the office.
â€śWhat in the world are you talking about?â€ť I said.
â€śEvery time I fall in love, Iâ€™m in it, then Iâ€™m out of it.â€ť
â€śDog breath, maybe?â€ť
â€śWell, yeah, I guess I can tell that. Let me riff through these press releases first, then weâ€™ll have a chat.â€ť
â€śI donâ€™t want to chat.â€ť
â€śSomethingâ€™s got you way down in the hole, Fido. Lemme finish these up.â€ť
It did not take much more than a minute to go through the press releases. Politicians, mostly, along with the usual odd bits. Usually I give the police reports to Fido and he loves reading them, with their weird English usages. When I was finished Fido was still down in the dumper.
â€śSometimes I think Iâ€™ll never find a girl. Iâ€™ll never find that certain someone. Iâ€™ll die, lonely in my grave.â€ť
â€śA girl? Die? A grave? We could get another dog. Or a cat. Or a rabbit.â€ť
â€śYou donâ€™t get it.â€ť
â€śAu contraire, Fido. I get it entirely. Thatâ€™s how I know youâ€™ll get over this whatever-it-is that has afflicted you. Me, I turn to Shakespeare.â€ť
â€śYou always turn to Shakespeare.â€ť
â€śâ€™What is light, if Sylvia be not seen? What is joy if Sylvia be not by?â€™â€ť
â€śWho is Sylvia?â€ť
â€śSheâ€™s everyone Iâ€™ve ever loved.â€ť
â€śToo many to count, Fido. And you?â€ť
â€śI loved Samantha, but sheâ€™s gone somewhere. And I loved Zuma, but she went up to Oregon. Who goes to Oregon, anyway? And Tessa, too.â€ť
â€śGosh, Fido. Anyone else youâ€™ve had a crush on? I canâ€™t help but notice the girls you just named were office dogs, like you.â€ť
â€śThere are rules about that, Fido. Never a good idea.â€ť
â€śIs that why Skye doesnâ€™t even look at me? Why Mica only seems to love me for my water bowl? Is that it?â€ť
â€śFido, itâ€™s not that, although I do admit that Mica has a thing for your water bowl. My advice, as lame as it is, is to hang tough, old boy. You never know. Itâ€™s not something that you just go out and get at the Pet Store.â€ť
Fido closed his eyes for a moment, and then, by God, he let loose from Macbeth.
â€śA heart to love, and in that heart, Courage, to makeâ€™s love known.â€ť
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