“Reason”
I can’t for the life of me figure how to build a dog house or understand how any human could. I guess my master can’t either, but I think they’re supposed to be able to reason, whatever that means. I can’t figure this, because I can’t figure, cause I’m a dog. But I have eyes and ears, I can see and hear. I don’t get cold much, but on this day, I was. I wish I had a dog house. I don’t know why it feels so good when my master pets and strokes my head, but it does. I needed that so much today. I had never been so cold in all my life, and I can’t figure why. I had been laying here in my front yard for three days. My eyes were getting dim and I could barely hear. Continue reading ““Reason””