27 December 2010

Christmas Love

You would think it would have been the people who had the best time at my place Christmas Day. Their every wish to enter altered states of consciousness was provided for. But it was not them who had their happiest day ever. It was my dog, the Hammer.

The Hammer loves family. She sat by everybody in turn to be petted and talked to the way people converse with dogs. "Oh Hammer. You look so happy. Did you eat some turkey shit today?" She did not sleep a wink all day.

At the end of the evening I bent down to pet her like I always do before I go to sleep myself. She growled, low and menacingly, as my hand reached her furry ears. A dog can only take so much of the Love of Christmas.

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