The Satchmo Snuffle
Ol’ Satchmo—that’s me, just like my band of Bostons, but with a better nose for biscuits—I was posted up, right, just watching all the humans fret over the glitter. Man, that’s their way. But me? I got my pack right here, see?
Little Bostons, every one of ’em. And when they all flop down for a good, righteous snore, that low, rumbling sound? That’s my bass line, right there. It ain’t about the high notes, folks, it’s about the groove. And the groove is simple: a warm spot by the radiator, a quick sniff of the cold air, and that big, beautiful feeling that everything’s going to be alright.
When you’re “goin’ to the dogs,” or rather with the dogs, you’ve found the best gig in the world, Pops always says. What else you need? Nothin’, that’s what. Mmm-hmm.


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