Pooch's One

What can beer do to an old man who, on August 28th of each year, acknowledges two events clearly as far apart emotionally as two distinct events could be? Have you ever laughed and cried at the same time? Imagine a brilliant sun shining through a blasting thunderstorm. The old man says, "Time do pass, don't it?" Do it? You tell me. Sometimes, oil and water looks good together, the currents of refracted light reflected off the surface of the water forming an ever-changing painting of sorts. Sometimes, two things exist in space at the same time, which is cause for tears and smiles. Who is Pooch One, and is there a Pooch Two? Maybe, but most likely only in the mind. Time do pass, don't it?