the miseducation of patrick dunn
Patrick currently resides deep in the suburbs of Boston, Massachusetts. He sucks at sports, can't play any musical instruments, and suffers from crippling anxiety. In his spare time, he can be found trying to beat his best friend's score at Ms. Pacman or passed out on the couch after a tiring day of Law & Order: SVU reruns. His favorite things include television, music, and comedy. He dislikes almost everything else, especially the Tori episodes of Saved by the Bell.
I am often overcome with this unsettling emotion whenever a movie or television program from over ten years ago is playing and it features a canine actor. I assume that it is highly plausible the dog acting onscreen has passed away. These somber thoughts immediately pull me from the story and I become a volatile mess. I could watch The Dark Knight on an endless loop and not even wince at the idea of Heath Ledger tragically exiting this dimension far too young, but at the first moment Milo, the dog from the Jim Carrey classic, The Mask, pops on screen, my heart melts at the thought of knowing he is no longer with us.
It probably has to do with the loyalty and companionship that comes with owning a dog. I could leave my dog home alone all day and upon my return, instead of calling me out for being away so long, he’ll snuggle up next to me and not criticize me for wanting to watch a backlog of 2 Broke Girls episodes. A dog will always love you unconditionally no matter what; humans will just give you the silent treatment for months, eventually move out of the apartment, and bring the shower curtain rod with them - not even the curtain, just the rod.
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