mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Monday, October 08, 2012
the sad eyes!
each morning as I leave for work, I slip her a raw hide twizzler. she plops down on the porch, twizzler dropped and ungnawed. she gives me her best don't leave me sad eyes. I feel bad and I remind myself how she is sooooo ruffing it on the porch and ten acres. I know as soon as I leave her grasshopper hunting shall resume.