
A Dog’s Internal Monologue: “She’s leaving. She’s never coming back. Where am I anyway? Can I fit through here? I can fit. No I can’t. She’s gone and I am hungry. Did someone just whistle? Where’s my ball? I guess I could nap, or maybe do my sad eyebrows thing for a bit, that always works, maybe. Why isn’t this truck moving? Where is the wind, does it go away when we stop? My back itches, I am hungry. She’s gone, forever, she’s never coming back. Oh, there she is.”
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Published on January 17, 2015 07:14