Two days ago and very small "dog" nearly attacked me on an evening jog. It was making a beeline for my ankles and yapping up a storm. Fourtunatly I was able to leap to safety.
Today at work a middle aged African-American lady was cradling her "dog." It looked more like a pint-sized bean bag with fur and I nearly wanted to eat it.
When I was born my father had a Rodesian Ridgeback named Rex. He was red. His legs, they were 14 yards long, his ears, so very wide and around the world in half a day upon him I would ride.
My most recent good idea is to become a Willing Worker On an Organic Farm. I could go all over the world, but mostly I am in terested in the UK, Sweden and Denmark, perhaps Japan?
We shall see, we shall see...
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The organic farm is indeed a good idea. I can picture you there well.
Living in the craziness of college makes me want to find something simple and life-giving to do when I graduate...like grow a garden and write and paint and learn a language.
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