Back to doggy school
Harley's ashes are back at home in an urn with an oily pearl finish. We got a certificate of cremation -- Nov 9, 2007. If you've never seen ashes before, they look like white, shard filled sand. I was expecting campfire ashes I guess.
They attached a little story about the rainbow bridge. That's what they stick in with the dead dog package so you feel better. Oh, it's online. The Rainbow Bridge.
I had a really glib review written up of it but it felt like I was treading on some sacred ground. I'm all up for knocking the rainbow bridge, but I want to sort of put this all away neatly and let it remain respectable. Adding the story was part of the human touch to that transaction.
I had a dream Harley was still alive but sick. I was talking with my Mom about how good it'll be to nurse her back to health so we can put her back into doggy school. She had a little back pack full of books and everything. Then suddenly she was outside on the road, edging too closely to the tires of a moving van.
I thought I lost my list of story ideas from the last year. It was awesome to find it again. There were a few ideas so nonsensical that I had to laugh at my own unbridled genius. One of my favourites is "a town that doesn't talk about their problems." I don't remember writing that or what exactly I had in mind, but most towns don't. Until some footloose kid comes and teaches everyone to dance, or some lady teaches the village to love chocolate, or it's Twin Peaks.
Your daughter's advances on my husband. Another site for you post secret bums.
They attached a little story about the rainbow bridge. That's what they stick in with the dead dog package so you feel better. Oh, it's online. The Rainbow Bridge.
I had a really glib review written up of it but it felt like I was treading on some sacred ground. I'm all up for knocking the rainbow bridge, but I want to sort of put this all away neatly and let it remain respectable. Adding the story was part of the human touch to that transaction.
I had a dream Harley was still alive but sick. I was talking with my Mom about how good it'll be to nurse her back to health so we can put her back into doggy school. She had a little back pack full of books and everything. Then suddenly she was outside on the road, edging too closely to the tires of a moving van.
I thought I lost my list of story ideas from the last year. It was awesome to find it again. There were a few ideas so nonsensical that I had to laugh at my own unbridled genius. One of my favourites is "a town that doesn't talk about their problems." I don't remember writing that or what exactly I had in mind, but most towns don't. Until some footloose kid comes and teaches everyone to dance, or some lady teaches the village to love chocolate, or it's Twin Peaks.
Your daughter's advances on my husband. Another site for you post secret bums.