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Jul. 5th, 2005 11:01 amD out of town + inability to drive due to meds + salty sweat getting into my staple punctures and *stinging* every time I go outside makes Oaken (fill in the blank).
Some possibilities:
...nocturnal! It's been a while since I've heard birds starting to sing as I was heading to bed.
...an anti-social hermit.
...one of those sad men who have long arguments with their dogs while they walk them. But it was so not my fault--see, a few nights before D left, she took Toby on a walk along the river at night and, trusting soul, let him off his leash. He immediately found his way through a hole in a fence and found something to roll in. Something with *feathers*. Oh, the horror. The stinky horror.
Of course, this was his idea of Doggie Disneyland, so every walk since then, guess where he's wanted to go? Even when it means trying to run across three lanes of traffic? Yes. And this flies in the face of my policy for walks, which has a 'no carcasses' clause. So there has been friction.
Yeesh.
Some possibilities:
...nocturnal! It's been a while since I've heard birds starting to sing as I was heading to bed.
...an anti-social hermit.
...one of those sad men who have long arguments with their dogs while they walk them. But it was so not my fault--see, a few nights before D left, she took Toby on a walk along the river at night and, trusting soul, let him off his leash. He immediately found his way through a hole in a fence and found something to roll in. Something with *feathers*. Oh, the horror. The stinky horror.
Of course, this was his idea of Doggie Disneyland, so every walk since then, guess where he's wanted to go? Even when it means trying to run across three lanes of traffic? Yes. And this flies in the face of my policy for walks, which has a 'no carcasses' clause. So there has been friction.
Yeesh.
