Continuing to ride the wave of crap. it has to keep coming, or else it's of to doggy hospital time. It had been a little while today, nothing last night, nothing this morning. Took off to help at my son's class, got into quandaries of grading and grammar, and returned to more eagerness and spitebites.
Took him out of Gilman House, up Hopkins towards his girlfriend's house at revive. Not at home, but new encounters...golden retriever; the irish lady's dog...went on into the King park, there a shivering tethered eng-bully. A homeless swimmer's companion? Thinking again of vets. Will I ever be pro-active again? Get outta here. More found jetsam, this time LA furniture. Have to find a place, as well the Juno rack.
Will these pathetic rants win the prize?
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