Sammie

You were such a good dog.

ETA: Note to self: Going to I Has a Hotdog! today is a really bad idea. Don't do it again.

Alas and alack.

Thanks for your comments on my last post. Sixteen may be 112 in dog years, but it's not nearly long enough.

To add insult to injury, today I got my first in what will undoubtedly be a series of rejections from the journals I submitted poetry to earlier this month. It was one of the long-shots, so I'm not surprised and not particularly disappointed, but still. :(

And in the book of short stories I was reading this afternoon, I came across a story told from the POV of a sentient, genetically engineered dog. It was an excellent story (Mary Rosenblum's "My She," found in here), but not exactly what I needed today, you know?

So now I am going to play Sporcle games and eat chocolate. I like this plan. Screw off, Murphy.