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[for Karen]
Jun. 7th, 2013 03:04 pmI'm not what you would call a natural pet owner. Part of it's just I'm too busy, but that's more by design than actual circumstances here than it was at home. Here I make myself too busy, always searching for the next distraction -- anything to keep my mind off the disaster that is my personal life.
The thing is, these days, I am a pet owner. And because I'm not a complete jerk, I know that a part of every day has to be dedicated to making sure the beast that is Martha gets to stretch all four of her furry legs.
Size aside, she's actually pretty mellow -- so when she lets loose with a loud woof that reverberates in my chest, tugging hard at her leash, I'm immediately at attention, looking for the source of the alarm.
Ah, right. The pack of dogs coming towards us. That… would be a cause of alarm.
"Woah, doggies!"
The thing is, these days, I am a pet owner. And because I'm not a complete jerk, I know that a part of every day has to be dedicated to making sure the beast that is Martha gets to stretch all four of her furry legs.
Size aside, she's actually pretty mellow -- so when she lets loose with a loud woof that reverberates in my chest, tugging hard at her leash, I'm immediately at attention, looking for the source of the alarm.
Ah, right. The pack of dogs coming towards us. That… would be a cause of alarm.
"Woah, doggies!"