Dogs vs. Led Zeppelin


Me: Everybody’s dying.

We were walking Sabina, and talking about Jefferson Airplane. They were always way too psychedelic for Mauro. But I love that shit.

Me: Let’s watch the documentary about The Eagles when we get back.

Mauro: Great band.

Me: Would you rather see The Eagles 30 years ago or David Bowie 30 years ago?

Mauro: David Bowie for sure.

Me: Would you rather see David Bowie 30 years ago or Led Zeppelin 30 years ago?

Mauro: Led Zeppelin.

Me: Would you rather see Led Zeppelin 30 years ago or have one day back with Shamus?

I knew what he’d say. It’s been over two years since we had to put Shamus McDog to sleep. I wear his silver bone-shaped tag around my neck. People always ask me if it’s in case I get lost. And Mauro wears his city registration tag. Because of our dogs, I used to refer to the four of us as a “square,” which is something I made up once when I was in the emergency room under the hazy influence of dilaudid. And it stuck. I like to do the “finger square” move when I say it.

Mauro: I’d have one day back with Shamus.

Me: Would you rather play drums for a three hour concert with Led Zeppelin or have one day back with Shamus?

I thought I knew what he’d say…

Mauro: I’d rather have one day back with Shamus.

But I was wrong. Sometimes I forget how amazing my husband is.

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★