Sunday, July 5, 2015

sometimes, freedom's just another word for dead

at least for the old dog who coninues to learn new tricks for getting his collar off... he will not be going out with me again without a choke collar on... he took off toward the street and while he is easier than ever to catch, he is more resistant than ever and disregards cars, which is an easy way to die... it is much worse when jackson is away so it is likely searching for her is one reason he wants to stay outside... could also be his primal instinct kicking in as he nears the end... in any case, choke collar for his safety... chasing him down, i lost another pair of slippers to dog poop... that makes three because people around here don't clean up after their dogs much... i'm considering stopping myself... it is a community going downhill as the cumminity management do not take care of the grounds or buildings well, always cutting corners and allowing unsafe paths to keep the fall risk high... but the rent is still lower than anywhere around here and jackson can't cover half of the expenses even here, so we stay... it's also the biggest kitchen of any place we've seen anywhere in the area and the layout is as good as it gets at this price (about $200 a month below market), so we stay... nothing's perfect, after all...

and nobody (and nothing} is truly free, after after all... except maybe true love... maybe...

narf :)

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