*quote from Wallace and Gromit, A Close Shave.
On Saturday, we’re doing a photo shoot for Keystone Theatre, and since the style of the silent film era really requires me to be clean shaven, tonight I have gone from this:
To this:
Pretty frightening, isn’t it?
Truth is, I hate doing this. I’m so used to seeing myself with facial hair, that its quite a shock to me to see my face without it. I don’t even really register that its even me. It looks like someone else. Which is really awkward when a face I don’t really recognize is looking at me from the mirror.
The things we do for art.
In other news, its really hit me today that my dog is getting on in years. I mean really getting on. I noticed today that when we went on our walk that he was looking like he was working at it harder than he used to. And he moved slower than I recalled from what seems like just a short while ago. Worst of all, twice, he lost his back legs out from under him. Both times, he got excited about seeing a squirrel and tried to lunge forward, but is back legs just wouldn’t cooperate. It was sad to see. Made me realize that I’m probably not going to have him for much longer, because age will claim him.
I remember during some of the worst times in my life, over the past few years, he’s been there. When Erika and my sister died, he stuck by me, lying at my feet, following me around, making me laugh when I really needed it. Its going to be hard to say goodbye when I have to.
Practically speaking…I’ve also realized that I have no idea what to do when he does. If he dies at home, then I’m really not sure what to do. Don’t know any of the legalities around, what to do with the body. Even though I don’t want to think about it, I’m going to have to. Anyone out there know what one is supposed to do when a pet dies? Especially if they are a larger animal?