Friday, January 24, 2014

906 - Dog Gone

Friends are moving away, and as usual it's ripping me up pretty good.  I've had friends move on, or I myself have moved away often enough to know how things go.  Yet, it's never easy.

I don't know if I will miss the people more, or their goofy, trouble-making dog.  Stupid, flea-bitten, knuckle-headed mutt.  Bad news all around.  We're better off without each other, you know?