m
READS
RINGS
So, Trusty and I went to my Dad's this weekend and my Dad has these two dogs. They're Yorkshire terriers. Now, by nature and as is implied by the 'terrier' part of their names, Yorkies are typically small dogs. Tiffany is a pint size pup. A whopping 5 pounds of quivering black fur hiding behind the nearest semi-stationery object. Tonka thinks he is that size as well. Note I said thinks. Tonka is a genetic mutant. He's close to 20 pounds. That would be fine if he were quiet and subdued like Tiffy. Nu-uh. Tonkas faorite thing to do when I visit is to jump in my lap....repeatedly....and lick me in the face. I hate that damn dog.
Well, I got my revenge yesterday. He jumped in my lap with his wet feet and dog breath and lapping tongue. I took a quick look around the room to make sure that I was alone, placed my hand on his freakishly big forhead and shoved him off my lap.
It was a good day a Dad's.
design by fergie
Bits of fire in the sky push me east back home. I used to live in flames
but it's hard on the wings. Choke me. Smoke me. Scare me back. You try
but you just can't. I peel the layers in my spare time, and you're easy
to see through. I can fly, I've discovered on my own. I may be the lesser
butterfly but my wings are just as strong. Who are you to tell me to find
a place to land? I may be the lesser butterfly but baby watch me glide.
