Vacation
Right now, I'm in SF 'dog-sitting' for two of my best friends, C&H (pure cane sugar). Normally, it's my role to try to get the dog to do things she's not supposed to do, like jump and bite my arm and bark... C usually snaps at both of us, and we both usually look a bit down. So for this pack clown to try to act alpha just isn't working. She spends about 20 minutes a day barking at me; while we walk, she more or less has a total disregard for what I tell her to do, mostly.
I imagine C is pleased.
Last night, I dreamed of old haunts and stomping grounds. I dreamed of violence and pretty massive injuries, and of crimes. Looks like part of me went home for the holidays, even if only in my dreams. Truth be told, part of me feels more comfortable in that older setting than I do in my newer digs.
Tomorrow being X-mas looks... lonely. I feel an obligation to hang around the beast I'm watching, as I can tell she already misses her masters and is kinda lonely. On the agenda: getting plastered, and maybe passing out.
I imagine C is pleased.
Last night, I dreamed of old haunts and stomping grounds. I dreamed of violence and pretty massive injuries, and of crimes. Looks like part of me went home for the holidays, even if only in my dreams. Truth be told, part of me feels more comfortable in that older setting than I do in my newer digs.
Tomorrow being X-mas looks... lonely. I feel an obligation to hang around the beast I'm watching, as I can tell she already misses her masters and is kinda lonely. On the agenda: getting plastered, and maybe passing out.