dear in my house diary,
people. i am in my house. i have my air on and it works so damned good. becky started chewing on her paws last month. i think she has anxiety. she wants me to hold her all the time. i think. i cant though, because if i did- that is all i would do. this morning when i woke up, i just laid there and looked at her for fifteen minutes right in her face and felt her breath pass across mine. peacefulness stretched across the bridge of her nose and down her wide chest and her little paws crossed on my chest and i loved her, but not as much as i do now. we love the air conditioning around here. it is like a sleep inducing drug. like we need any more doses of that.
people. i am in my house. i have my air on and it works so damned good. becky started chewing on her paws last month. i think she has anxiety. she wants me to hold her all the time. i think. i cant though, because if i did- that is all i would do. this morning when i woke up, i just laid there and looked at her for fifteen minutes right in her face and felt her breath pass across mine. peacefulness stretched across the bridge of her nose and down her wide chest and her little paws crossed on my chest and i loved her, but not as much as i do now. we love the air conditioning around here. it is like a sleep inducing drug. like we need any more doses of that.
