This mixtape is called Tooch

His name was Martin but we mostly called him Tooch. Pronounced "too" + "ooh" + "ch".

I didn't grow up 'a dog person'. We always had cats around my house and when the topic of owning a dog arose the general consensus was that we were not around enough to keep a dog happy.

When I was about 11 or 12 I dog sat a poorly trained golden retriever named Katie for 1-2 weeks. She was sweet as hell but dumber than a box of hair. After getting excitedly peed on by Katie for 10+ days any desire to own a dog was but a distant memory.

Serena wanted a dog and I felt as long as we were clear about expectations that maybe I was ready to give the species a second chance.

I altered my schedule to make sure I could walk him midday.

He loved love but was never cuddly. His gigantic eyes would trick you into thinking he was sad even when he was most content.

I still look for him in the house.

These songs are not all about him but they're also not not about him.

I guess I'm a dog person now.