Gorilla Hair. Never heard of it. Until now. Until now because it is now in my flower beds, and it’s there because the puppy — you remember the puppy — was eating all the pretty, chunky bark that used to be there. The puppy who now weighs 60 lbs. Bad things happen when the puppy eats pretty, chunky bark. Do not let your imaginations run amok.
Today I went to the gym. Ugh. I walked by the swimming pool. I’ve been at this gym for 6 years and I’ve never, never once, been in the water. Is that possible? I thought, I’m paying for this pool and I’m not getting my money’s worth! I thought, maybe I could swim, for the first time, maybe I could make a change. I thought, why is it so fucking hard to do something you’ve never done before?
I was thinking about American books. Or, rather, books about America. Charles McLeod’s book could have won an award. Can you think of any others that could be on the map?
This week Lea, my older Lab, went into protective mode. For the first time. I don’t know if she was protecting me — or protecting the puppy, her baby — but when a giant man approached us on our walk she went right for him. It scared me. It scared him. But I apologized. Why did I apologize? The dog knew something I didn’t know. Do you trust your instincts? Do I?
Did you really think you’d get out of here without a photo or two?