a needle's sympathy / the kindness of a gun / the monster in your head / the truth from which you run
Sunday, August 15, 2010
So Then I Said to Winston Churchill
I don't know what my dog thinks, but this particular look makes me think it's very deep thoughts. Then he chases his own tail, catches it, squeals from the pain of biting his own tail and hides behind me to protect him from the mean person hurting him. He's probably just thinking, "Bacon."