A blog is a good enough excuse to track down your high school boyfriend, engage in some catch-up, and then pose the burning question.
BJH and I went out during our senior year. This "going" was conducted primarily on the phone, although I do recall one driveway makeout session with Elton John playing on the car stereo.
As blissful as that might sound, BJH was less content with our direction. He ended things after a few short weeks, I suspect because of these pants* =>
A high waist, double rolls, and one very hot pocket - my jeans must have... intimidated him.
In any case, it wasn't fashion that we discussed after fifteen years. It was the dog.
Specifically, the burning dog. The burning dog and erect penis.
"BJ," I asked. "What up with that?" The people need to know.
And now BJ, bless his H, hath responded:
In many cultures the artistic representation of the erect penis, also known as a phallus, represents power, wealth, and good health. The concept of the phallus is often connected with being the ultimate man, and possessing said phallus is compared to having the divine gift of God.
The dog has long been known as "Man's Best Friend," and symbolically represents undying love and loyalty. The union of starving dog and phallus under fire represents teenage misanthropic angst in conjunction with an overwhelming desire to deconstruct the norms of an impersonal, omnipotent society bereft of love.
Either that or BJH thought it was funny and cool. BJH can't remember exactly.
* 'pants' in the American sense.