Stray Dogs

7) none of the above.



Life is funny sometimes. Me and daughter have been so... so, Well. so good so happy. She is in ballet classes, its amazing to watch. She's just so full good humor... I just never expect to hear subtle humor from a four year old but it there all the time. I hear me come from her mouth... and sometimes unfortunately her mother, but even that makes me crackup. A minor set of sniffles is worst thing to happen for her lately and that just means we get to hang out more while she skips preschool. I've settled down it to a very happy spot, work is fair, have a few friends near and far, have been snowboarding a few times this year and bought myself lots of toys. Every day is almost... idyllic? Relaxing? I act like a hermit a bit, but I love it. 

Sometime I wonder if animals gravitate toward the people who feel like they do.  Today while I wandered out to my mail box in my slippers this big ugly black dog was cowering across the front of my lawn. He look a tiny bit familiar, it seems like I remember seeing him creep around the edges of my neighborhood years ago.. back when MJ and I were together. He just looked so miserable and tired and he looked like he wanted to find someone miserable and tired to follow around... or perhaps he wanted to find someone happy to make miserable and tired. I don't know. Anyway i'm not much of a dog person. They are ok but I really don't want the responsibility. I gave him the "don't shit in my yard" look and he made haste... I think he realized that I have no place for him in my little world. I said under my breath as he took off "Don't let the photo trick you I was just posing." 


-J

[this was originally written as a coded message]