i buried mister in the leaves and we both felt better, lighter. we were smiling when eric came by and said he never saw a dog so calm happily being buried in leaves. i said he burrows down himself too and stays after the photos. i say he's really so good in so many ways i forget he's a dog and when he does some dog thing i get annoyed and then i remember, he's a dog, and even bodhisattvas do crazy things in the crazy material world. everybody struggles and everybody has trouble and everybody indulges impulses. he said can i bury him too and i say surely.
later at home i see a wad of floss between the beds and i groan about the garbage eating again.