Memories, like the furrows in my brow/
Happy doggy, puggy memories/ That have lead to now/
Pictures, of the ones I left behind/
Pretty, filtered, classic pictures/ Instagrammed inside my mind/
Can it be that I have lived forever?/
Or did I use Photoshop somehow?/
Should it matter now that we’re together?/
Did it ever? Does it now?
(With apologies to PEGOT winner Marvin Hamlisch. That would be Pulitzer, Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony.)
Trent: Pug McClure! You sly dog, you!