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Yesterday as I took a seat in the social media chamber in anticipation of marinating in the odorous emanations of my digestive processes, I took a gander at the calendar hanging on the wall.
I’ve got to think this is the 4th or 5th year in a row that I’ve purchased a calendar for that particular wall which features pictures of dogs engaged in the final stages of their own digestive processes.
This month features a husky or something that looks like a wolf.
As always, I broke out the phone, checked my finances, re-ordered my podcasts, deleted the podcasts which appeared under the banner of “You may like….”, and then went out to one of the social networks that us old people tend to use.
The first thing I always do on that one is check my memories from days gone by.
There it was.
A memory from 2018 where I mentioned that I was going to go see the Foo Fighters that night.
I’ve been to a lot of concerts in my lifetime. If I were to rank the top five, that night on April 18, 2018 would be up there.
That was the one where some guy with his face made up like Gene Simmons of KISS made Dave Grohl, the lead singer of the Foo Fighters, forget the words to one of their songs.
That was a busy week.
Just two days before, my daughter and I had seen Shinedown here in San Antonio.
Just two days after…..
Two days afterward, on April 20th, we had to say goodbye to Hope.
Hope was our brindle pit bull who helped to show us what we were made of, what we were capable of, and that door-to-door solicitors should not be tolerated under any circumstances.
Every year since her passing, I’ve tried to mark the occasion here on TharpSter.org with a reflection or two about her. Today’s post is no different.
I ran across another memory this morning after executing the same morning ritual I outlined earlier.
Yes, even today, I had to delete some podcasts which landed in my feed in the same manner a hapless solicitor lands on my doorstep.
There was a picture that appeared in my memories of Hope and Faith (the TharpSter TreadMill).
I took that picture back in March, 2010. Hope had disappeared for several weeks, and had just found her way home.
I snapped a picture of those two ladies as they sat at my side at the dinner table begging for vittles.
When I saw that picture this morning, I had an epiphany.
Some of my best epiphanies arrive in the social media chamber at the end-stages of my digestive processes.
I’ve been tinkering around with the different artificial intelligence engines lately. The most common use has been to generate new images or alter existing ones.
You should see some of the pictures of me.
In memory of Hope the TharpSter Pitbull, what would be a more fitting tribute than to memorialize her with an A.I. generated image of her as a cartoon?
I sure do miss that dog.
