Do you know that John Mayer song Comfortable? it is one of maybe 3 of his songs I listen to regularly. It is sweet and sad and kinda beautiful. If you don’t know it take a second and listen.
Pretty right? Well I was listening to it yesterday morning when I started balling. Like by my self, totally balling. I realized that in the song, the girl is dead. She died and he should be starting to get over it, but he is not, and he will not, ever. That is the only explanation of why he is with a girl that he obviously does not like and who kinda annoys him. I get this. It is really sad that I get this because that is how I feel about Hemingway and Coppola.
I feel guilty even saying that. I think I do really Love Hemingway, but still, whenever I go on a walk or play in the yard or throw a ball, I think about Coppola. In the song he reminisces about some of the less proper qualities of the girl he is missing, that she made a scene at the grocery store, that she cussed. That is how I feel about Coppola. He was such a great Dog, but ya, he pulled on walks, he failed his CGC test because he would not walk well on a leash, he did not mind, he would not come in side when called, he would ignore Hadley and want to be by himself. But at the end of the day, when it came time to go to bed, he loved me, and would look at me just the way he did so that I knew that he loved me.
Hemingway on the other hand is the perfect Dog, he runs to me when I do so much as whistle, he walks right by my side, he never wants anything more than to be at my side at all times and lays at my feet as I cook. I really do love him, and if we Had gotten Hemingway 4 years ago and not Coppola I think I would be so happy and not even think about it, but I did not, I got the surly Coppola, and now I have a pain in my heart that will always hurt.
Hemingway really does make it better, but he does so in a way that reminds me I am in pain still, but I think it would be worse with out him.