This is the Dog – The End.

I wish I’d have more time to write. I can’t be everything to everyone. Right now I’m hiding from my mother and child and dog in my bedroom, wearing a semi-horrifying detox face mask. I sweat it up today, running with dog trainer, running to get diabetic mother some lunch before the dreaded “sugar low” and running to pick my kid up from school.

This will have to be continued again, as my mother can’t keep up with a 5 year old who can’t yet pour himself some milk. He’s already run out the front door in the last hour while I was walking the dog.

I have this dog. His name is Luke. We just adopted him a month ago. He pooped on the floor on Monday. The trainer is costing over $1000. He trained Rudy.

This dog will never be Rudy.

That was 15 years ago.

Everything is different.

Some better and some worse.

This is the dog. And when he dies I’ll be 50.

And this is all I can think of.


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