This is a picture of Clancey, our Irish Setter back when I was in high school and college. Clancey and I were down at the spillway between Spring Lake and Forest Lake in Columbia SC, and he had been for a swim. I have no idea what he was looking at.
I can relate to the one stanza of Mr. Bojangles, except I guess I would have to say "after thirty years." Clancey was a great dog.
Of Mr. Bojangles, the song says:
"He danced for those at minstrel shows and county fairs
throughout the south
He spoke through tears of 15 years how his dog and him
The dog up and died, he up and died
And after 20 years he still grieves"
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