Took the Hammer to the park like usual today. On the way I said hello to a neighbour cutting his grass. His boy was playing hockey by himself in the driveway. He shot. He scored. The usual Canadian kid shit.
The sky was cloudless. The temperature warm. When I looked to the north I could see old man Winter on his way. The usual Canadian weather shit.
In the park the Hammer found a dead rabbit. Fresh dead. I pulled most of the rabbit from my dog's jaws. I could feel the soft fur and red guts in my pink hands. The rabbit's eyes were wide open. They were brown like my dog's.
If I did not have a dog nothing notable would have happened today. It was good day to be a dog; a bad day to be a rabbit.
I went home, opened up a beer and thought about that. Then I opened another beer and thought about something else.
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