hey, there's another dog. a cool one.

then i have the fantasy it's mister. but it's not mister. it's just another day without mister.

another dog, a fine dog, a kind of hound i haven't heard of i forget but hey i remember his name is fi. pi? i said, no ef, eye, like doh, oh but just fi, why? idle know.

i was thinking i'm getting by with my two dogs now, and the help of my quarantined ones, but when i think i may never have another dog so attuned to me and so responsible off leash oh how i miss my mister. it's ok, he did me a powerful good for so many years. but when you think about never seeing someone again there are no words.