- People who aren't me
- Dogs who aren't him
- Noises that make him think that either of these will infiltrate his space
- Life
- The universe
- Everything else
Those of you who know my dog know that I am not exaggerating. But I love him ever so much, so he is on my lap shaking while I try to finish writing things for class tonight. My fiction story lacks a story and sounds like the same mediocre drivel everyone writes. I'd set it on fire, but I'm better off turning it in.
Now how am I supposed to negotiate going to the bathroom with Clingdog stapled to my lap? Where's my staple remover?
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