Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Dead Dog Walking

Sometimes I don't know who I am anymore. I was Dead Dog Walking in San Pedro's shelter and here I am on the French Riviera. It makes you wonder. Just when you think you're gonna die, it's not your time yet. A lot of people believe in all kinds of crazy stuff to make sense out of things but for me, it was the kindness of strangers. The world can be such a bad place and one tiny act of kindness can change everything. Right now, I could wag my tail so hard it would knock the whole world over. Posted by Hello


Blogger Pisser said...

That's right wag it! Shake it, baby, shake it.

It does my heart good to see a death-row doggie who is more well-travelled than I am...!

10:26 AM  
Anonymous gigchick said...

And one small paragaph can weigh in with the heaviest of heavy-weight philosophers!

12:31 PM  

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