lest we forget, mister. you may say i'm obsessed with mister and i should give it a rest. to that i say, bah. he's a healthy obsession, gnome sane, i could be obsessed with hate or guns or nihilist capital cults, gnome sane. he's just a dog, i'm just a dogsbody. 
yesterday we were both kind of depressed. i noted his limp and i felt sad and he noted my sorrow and felt deflated. then we saw our friends and noted mister's condition and i said we're just gonna go lie in the sunny field. then we perked up. we just stopped and hugged and watched the world spin, and shook hands. then we felt better. then i remembered how i rely on him for my positive psychology, and surely he relies on me. so if i'm feeling low i may make him remember his aches and we together might be a feedback loop of woe is us. or i can shake my tail and get happy, at least enough to get him wagging, and soon both will be goosing each other on, in a positive feedback loop, a positive obsession that does a body or two good, gnome sane.

ha, i thought something was missing. i forgot the other seven pictures of lest we forget, mister. now i'm satisfied, now it feels complete, gnome sane. i think it is enough, for now. are you satisfied?