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 Jinky at 11:30 AM
2 Comments:
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...!
And one small paragaph can weigh in with the heaviest of heavy-weight philosophers!
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