A call for a PuG BoyCott of HJ&B

so...hi..... I know its been a while since I've posted anything....I didn't really have anything worth while to say, until a couple of weeks ago, when it happened. Another tangled, tragic love story. It happened at Harvest Jazz and Blues, and I've just calmed down about it enough to post what happened.

It was a beautiful Thursday afternoon when the lunatics took me and nate for a walk downtown, nate as always was gallpoing ahead doing his best to lead us to the place we dare not go.....when suddenly we heard the sweet sounds of blues guitar and heavenly vocals. as we neared the huge white tent, I started to realize who it was that was playing.... Susan Tedeschi!!! How did the lunatics know that I had a fling with Susan many years ago when I was just a pup. Many say it was just a case of puggy love, but I know better. It was the real deal. I won't get into the specifics of what happened, but lets just say if I would have had apposable thumbs, things would have turned out much different.

So we enter the tent and immediately all eyes are on us, I can feel their judgment, hear their whispers over Susan's wonderful sound check. do they know who I am? Susan cannot see us from the stage, her focus is entirely on the music, sweet sounds emanate through the speakers, her wild hair flows as she moves about the stage, her voice makes the hair on my belly quiver, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the fret board as they once used to do to my......"HEY, you can't have those dogs in here!" snaps me out of my dream, and we are escorted out of the tent by a man in a funny little vest. Does he know? Has he been sent by Susan's manager (who never did like me) to oust us before I could see my old flame? or was this just a case of blind dogism?

As we leave the tent, I look back longingly. I traveled so far to try to forget about this wonderful woman, I never thought I would see her in person again. I look to the lunatics for comfort, but they have no idea. They never do. No one ever does.