Saturday, July 09, 2005

When I'm in hell tell Jesus I love him

My poor old dog. His eyes are cloudy with cataracts and he's really quite blind.

It diminishes him.

When I raise my hand he no longer cowers. I like to think that it's that he's blind but I worry he's lost his fear.

I will be busy this weekend buying a new dog. I'll train the new dog to attack my old dog when I raise my arm quickly.

A dog should never lose fear.