My dog has been acting very peculiar lately. She walks into my room, stops, stares at me, tail spinning around like a propeller ( this particular behavior, a recent development). I say, “What do you want?” She walks to the front door, which is only done to in our daily morning walks, I say, “Not that way, it’s late, what do you want?” She moves to her pad and sits.
I process her communication and believe that she wants to go for a walk, but not just any walk, she wants this walk to never end, she wants it to be eternal, just her and I. Maybe she senses her time is short, I think, a bullet to my head, my suffice. Frankie The Earthman. Sorry, I have desperate bouts of depression.