title: She Was Once Called Hurricane # category is optional, may be only one word, defaults to "main" category: pets # author is optional, defaults to login name of file owner #author: optional # icon is optional, name of file in icondir, default is to not have one, #icon: optional content: |
I have this image in my head. It's comedic, but it's not funny. Well, not to me, at least.
One day I will arrive home to find the house burned down. And Sarah, hyper-puppy that she is, will be happily playing in the ashes when I arrive. She will greet me, smiling and wagging as she always does, quite proud of her accomplishment for the day.
This is probably way bloody unlikely. But I'll be on my guard, just in case. I really should spend more time with her, at least in a training capacity. I've slacked off too much.
By the way, sorry for the splah. It's been a day of bitching and moaning. I think I'll go have dinner and play hockey now.