My dog was put to sleep yesterday. he was just too dangerous. patrick took him in while i was out. i haven't cried a lot yet but it hurts that he's not around the house, i just can't process why not yet...
the man next to me in the coffeeshop is making vroom-vroom noises and doing funny voices ("anger! desperation!" in a ragged nick nolte snarl. how bukowski-esque).
the man next to me in the coffeeshop is making vroom-vroom noises and doing funny voices ("anger! desperation!" in a ragged nick nolte snarl. how bukowski-esque).
I wrote the above before reading you entry, that really sux about your dog, why was he so dangerous that he had to be euthanasied.
Um I don't know what to say about the man in the coffee shop, weird.