What I have lost … and what I have gained.
On Pet Gain
Side note: ♂⃠ breathes in chaos as sedative energy
I mean, come on… without him, I’d be where?
How the beginning of the end ended
How the end of the beginning started
When you realize you learn the same way (you’ll notice I never raised my voice and the worst I called him was a little shit (and that may have been motheringly engrained in a Black Saab convertible on the way home from Choi Kwan Do the day I blocked a slap headed for my left thigh with my wrist))
When the trick is convincing the Kota that no clipping has occurred… you were helping him bite his nails.
When you’ve left the TV on to babysit your child.
Oh, little doggie,
Is it that you nap for me?
Do I nap for thee?
Also, here is what Kota looks like around 2:08 am.
Lateral adaptations for achieving the same thing can be interchanged for efficiency. The quickest way to get the dog on the couch at most hours of the day is by saying on. If, however, he happens to think it is time for dinner, the quickest way is by saying it’s not time yet.
My attention gets divvied out as part of a complex meritocracy.
When the dog has taken to stationing himself mid-level while you make up your mind,
and nipping at your heels when he feels enough has been enough
Recognize and acknowledge when you’re missed.
When you forget the dog is up here (because he’s such a good boy).
I would rather wear a Kota than a parka.
Cats and dogs appear unbothered by nosebleeds.
When you can’t consider something that resolves humorously within the confines of your own skull producing the involuntary utterance of a gently audible huh without the dog being all (precursory side note: yeah, you try remembering what it was)
When you recognize one of your Kota control methodologies has been the deployment of what is effectively an inverted phalanx.
It’s around three deep
That it becomes difficult
To discern the stink
Them lovebirds returned
A pair of Pretorian Lovebirds
Also, Kota has one degree of separation from the Michael Vick dogs
The video (which I had to write a Shortcut to compress since nobody wants to handle iPhone video compression anymore, trick was trim video compressing for me) with the papa of our adorable Murphy-era skunk family I wanted to dig out for @pratik and the shampoo bottle photo I uncovered as a bonus.
So, I guess by waiting until I happened to catch the laughing dove’s song in the livestream, rather than googling up an answer, for comparison to my beloved mourning dove’s song, I was choosing to unbox nature my GD self.
