One of the dogs was pressed so hard into me that it woke me up while there was some lightning going on, we were like two parentheses. )) I thought, Man, dogs are really a double-edged sword, while I was going back to sleep. As the thought repeated itself, I realized that this dog was nothing like a sword, more like a snow otter, or maybe a fat arctic seal pup. Which is probably the opposite of a sword of any sort. I rolled over to let my dogged-out spine decompress and the chihuahua was instantly pressed into me from the other side. As I started to go back to sleep, I thought, Man, chihuahuas are really a double-edged sword. I was reminded by my brainhole that a chihuahua on a bed is really nothing like a sword, shes more like a warm, hairy breadloaf-shaped potato. Or rock, maybe, but with morning breath like the dumpster behind an all-you-can-eat crawfish festival. But not a sword. Some lightning hit closer, and another double-edged sword pressed into my knees...
Posted on: Wed, 09 Jul 2014 14:59:22 +0000
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