mister scarfed a wad of tissue. when i said drop it he refused and went feral. it shocked me how fierce he was over a fucking tissue, and that he would act like that, with me, like we were sudden adversaries fighting in the wild over a scrap. tissue! when i feed him. i know he's just being a dog, but i took it personal, i was upset and hurt, and on our last night together. well i just had to say it. i'm embarrassed i overreacted. i should have just let him eat it. at home he eats tissue all the time. but i was looking out for him! and he snarled at me like a wild thing. makes you realize our civilized selves are just the outer layer, easily ripped aside with the merest provocation or desire.
oh it'll pass, we've had skirmishes before, we let them go. we'll make it up by morning, but it's a hurtful pass nonethless, on our last night together, when i was so worried and relieved after the last thing. the long run.