Hello and welcome to this episode of Kennedy saves the world.

I love my dog so much. My dog is going to be 10 next week, and that is so incredibly

painful for me because he is perfect

and handsome and charming although he does eat underwear and literally anything metallic which i i see

occasionally in his poo and uh he is clearly autistic and he barks at nothing.

But we still love him so much that there are times I almost love him as much as my birthed children, not quite as much because I'm not a total psycho, but God, I love my dog.

Like I said, he's going to be 10 next week.

And it's sad for a French bulldog owner because they tell you

when you acquire such a comically untenable breed that they only last between eight and 10 years so

he is uh he's he's he's still spry. He can navigate stairs.

He's hungry as a mother trucker.

And he is starved for affection always.

And if you stop petting him, he just stands there and whines until you either start petting him again or pick him up and hold him like a tiny baby, which is how he likes to be held. And it's how I like to hold him. Having said that, when he passes and walks over that

great and tragic rainbow bridge, I will have to let him go. and it will be the saddest day.

It will be sadder than the passing.

I know this of people close to me who have preceded him in eternal sleep.

I don't like to think about that day.

I just want to cherish every moment I have with Lemmy because he is a walking ham and a furry

morsel and he is a perfect gentleman. And I would never clone him. And I think the idea of cloning

a pet is so bizarre. Tom Brady hits the genetic lottery in every imaginable fashion in terms of

talent, perseverance, and all around goddamn perfect good looks. That chin, it's impossible.

The eyes, the hands, the hair. It's too much for one human.

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