ODE TO AN ’87 DODGE DAKOTA
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
- W.H. Auden, Funeral Blues
In the seven years-plus that we owned that truck, it moved the contents of our house, of my grandparents house, helped remove two giant piles of cut down trees (each the size of a two-story house), helped plant the vineyard, carried home new furniture, lugged countless barrels, bore thousands of loads of trash and construction debris to the transfer station, trudged with tons of dirt, gravel, and mulch, innumerable loads of lumber, and oh yeah, one spoiled Dalmatian that absolutely loved to sit in the passenger seat like she was my girlfriend.
There was nothing better than driving with our Dalmatian Cinderella, who loved the truck! She would sit right next to me like she was my girlfriend, with her head on my shoulder…immoveable. I would put a cup of water in the cup-holder on the passenger side, and she would drink from it. She loved going through the drive through to get a hamburger as well!