You know the weiner that I am. Today is Memorial Day, I had a beautiful time with my mommy and her buddies on the beach. There were dogs everywhere, chasing sticks that were or were not thrown, three blonde masses of puppy flying up and down the waterfront. And when my mom's dog tried to aggressively join in--the one that I rescued for her--I did the whole "oh, i know what's best for that animal" thing. And then everyone told me I was wrong, and the brown scared dog returned to the beach. Despite whatever I may or may not have been right about, she then wandered around the food station like the lump that she is, and all the blonde dogs ran on the beach chasing sticks into the sound, even if they sank into the water. Not a bad Holiday, all told. ...And then I came home and thought about Oscar, which is pointless since Oscar is gone. But often when I get to thinking about him I also tend to get to thinking about good things. And seeing as everyone here is asleep--and by that I mean the giraffe--I have a lot of time.
If you don't read this, maybe you should. Maybe soon something super intelligent will be said and you'll really want to be there for it. Yeah, I can feel that.
I've been infected by the idea that someday in our lifetime we will really need to rely on each other. I'm not going to claim how it's going to happen, because no one would believe it (isn't being comfortable SO MUCH better than acknowledging the future?! FUR REALS?!) But I do believe that our greatest goals will become about survival of our younger generations. SO maybe I'm a hippie in thinking that, or maybe figuring out how to grow a GARDEN IS THE SMARTEST THING YOU CAN DO NOW. I don't know, maybe... .
The future is terrifying. The thing is, if you read about the future, you realize we're all dieing. We can maybe just choose the rate at which we die. Soon we will have no rice, or fish, and our meat will be cloned, and there will be no resources for global fruit farming. So if we maybe figure out how to grow crops, maybe, on our own, in the long run, our babies won't starve. Maybe I'm a fanatic. Maybe I'm reading too much. (ok, that will probably never happen). Maybe I want an answer. Maybe I think we should come up with one.
Maybe I think people should share ideas.
Maybe dogs should always be integrated into packs, like equals, and be given a chance to work it out.
Maybe you should invite me in. If I'm right here. Now all our friends know. So special, a'int it? Really. A'int it? I'm not really ever going to leave this space...
Maybe all death row dogs deserve a meeting with you. If you don't want them, then, we'll let them run...
OH, ALL THESE THINGS ARE HAPPENING AROUND YOU, LIKE A DOUCHE BAG WHO DOESN'T LISTEN. BE SO SPECIAL, AREN'T YOU? HMMMM???
HEy, duede. I know you're sleeping. But maybe we'll have fun. How's about next time we all sleep together. Fer shizzle, right my bizzle?
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