Dogs in the Park

This morning in park, all dogs seem to be in very high spirits. Part of me wishes to join in, but unseasonably nice weather makes me feel Nervous. See Serena with Great Dane on other side of park. She waves, and consider going over but am afraid that I will say something depressing. Do not care to witness self bringing gloom into the world. Jenny wriggling energetically, apparently very happy to have no need to wear booties and jacket. She tosses her head causing her ears to flap in what looks like very fun way. Have long thought process about how there is much Wisdom in dogs. Thoughts interrupted when notice Jenny eating what appears to be extremely ancient hot dog. Scold her, but she is unrepentant. We go over to see Serena. Jenny capers beneath Harold. Serena says, Isn't this weather terrible? Agree. She says that she blames George Bush entirely, for everything. We have a spirited conversation in which we agree strongly with each other at length. After agreeing to come over to Serena's house for a drink Sometime (cynical side says that Drink will never happen), part in much better mood than came to park. Walking back home, balmy day and reality undergo subtle shirt and see that all of world is an illusion. Think about the Buddha. Several minutes after returning to apartment hear retching sound from underneath bed. Dave, who is still sleeping sits bolt upright in bed and asks, What is Going On? Tell him, firmly, that Jenny has just puked, but other than that, I Don't Know.