Thoughts On The Dead

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A Moment With A Dog

img_3476“Hello! Hi! What is wrong? Hello. Hi. Please pet. I love. Hello.”

Hey, buddy.

“I love. Love back. Come. Love back. Okay, I go to you.”

Oh, knock it off.

“I lick.”

Don’t lick.

“I lick.”

Don’t lick.

“I lick.”

Why?

“I love. And to taste.”

Taste?

“Can’t see much.”

Sure.

“Sad?”

More complicated than that.

“Sad and hungry?”

I could eat.

“Me, too. Always.”

I can’t explain it to a dog. No offense.

“Incapable of taking it.”

Madly in love with world and I also want to explode every human being’s brain with telepathy.

“Like Scanners?

You seen that?

“All dogs big Michael Ironside fans.”

That is a surprising fact.

“Most people do not know.”

Yeah.

I know a guy with a mustache just like yours.

“Bobby?”

Yeah.

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