Boy, dog.

[pukiban]

*Benji dances around at Mom's feet, glancing at his food bowl constantly*

“Boy, dog, you know? Dey can't talk but Dey sure can...you know.”

“Yep,” Dad says, continuing to pull on his boots. “They seem to be able to let you know what they're thinking without having to say anything at all.”

Comments

[boxercrab]

Fabulous.

Also, sorry for not catching up on your journal until now. Things've been a little crazy. ^_^

I made the mistake of mentioning that Go poem (you know the one) to a coworker today, though, and now he keeps insisting that he has to read it. So...you still have that? LOL

[pukiban]

Bwahahaha, Go poem. It shall haunt you the rest of your life.

...However...You never sent me a copy, did you?

[boxercrab]

Sent copy? You have that one hanging in your room, which is the only surviving copy I am aware of.

[pukiban]

Oh, for some reason I assumed you were looking for a digital version. (You didn't keep one? For SHAME.) I don't think I've got it hanging up in my room now. When I get home I can look and see if I have it stored somewhere but I haven't seen it since I moved I don't think and I can't remember if it was before or after.