We have this new puppy, and he has this obsession with
water. I wouldn’t call it
love. Often, it seems more like
hate. When I water the garden,
he tries to bite the water coming out of the hose. Then, when he gets wet, it makes him angry,
so he rushes in for the attack again.
When he gets too angry, he starts trampling my plants, so I have to turn
it on him. That temporarily makes him
fall back, but as soon as I move the hose, he thinks he has a chance to move in
for the kill, and the process starts all over.
When the war is done, he stands shivering and defeated.
I’ve started locking him up when I water both because I don’t
like him trampling my plants during his water raids and because I feel sorry
for him.
I’d post the video, but I’m pretty sure it’d get millions of
views, and then I’d be pissed because I’ve posted some pretty meaningful
reflections on my blog that have received three.
I think the internet audience is my water and I’m as stupid
as that damn dog.
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