Nothing like going trigger-happy when i'm down. I'm terrible with words, pictures make more sense. Still, i'm comforted by the simplicity of Max, his delight and joy at the little things. I look at him and wonder how he can be so darn happy, that stupid smile plastered over his snout. A bowl of home-cooked mess, a stick for fetch, the dangling of the leash...

in fact i could treat him like shit & he'd just come back for more, his folded ears as a gesture of seeking forgiveness. I am so beneath my dog.