Coffee: Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee
Halloween season, but the scariest thing is that the world’s burning and we hit a record-setting 100 degrees.
There’s a dog in the house. He was here before, he belongs to R’s brother, name is Gus. Gus has gotten bigger since we last saw him, lost some of his puppy fur. He’s a Golden Retriever. Far as I can tell, he’s mostly been retrieving the hem of my shirt.
There’s a significant smell to dogs – it’s in their saliva, and since they’re always panting, it gets in the air. I grew up with the smell, I was in a house with five dogs. If you want to get a sense of it, find yourself a can of water chestnuts, open it, leave in the sun, and a week later pour in a few drops of fish oil. Take a big whiff of that concoction and you’re there.
A friend face-timed me tonight on accident. When she called, I was getting Gus off of me, so when I picked up there was slobber on my phone. She said her son had hit the button and now there wasn’t a way to turn the call off. She couldn’t even see me. I couldn’t even see her. I went to another room and heard Gus running around outside. We didn’t talk long, and when the conversation was over, Gus was jumping at my door. The moral? There isn’t one.
I’ve been thinking about blank screens on face-time and hot doggy breath all night.
Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller
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I like dogsMargaret Wise Brown, The Friendly Book
I like dogs
A dog that is barking over the hill
A dog that is dreaming very still
A dog that is running wherever he will
I like dogs.