he was a real gentleman. he wore a black tuxedo everyday with a white
waistcoat. he carried off this formal attire effortlessly. he thought he
looked good. i did too. some even said he looked like that movie star,
benjie. only benjie of course, wore a plain brown and beige suit.
we strolled together every day. we were like little postmen … rain or
shine, sleet or snow … there we were walking the streets of our
he had a fondness for cats. he liked them. some even liked him back.
he’s the only gentleman i knew who wagged his tail in a circle when he
was happy. and he was happy a lot. it’s like back and forth just wasn’t
and he smiled, zeke did.
when we went to visit old cal one day, a world war II veteran we knew
who had stomach cancer, zeke sat right down in front of cal’s chair,
looking up at him. i left to tour mrs. cal’s garden with her.
when we came back in about 20 minutes later, there was zeke, still
facing cal. they were just sitting there talking you know.
cal said “tammy, this is the best dog i’ve ever known.”
zeke turned and smiled at me.
“i know,” i said.
zeke was like that.