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Unabashed Sentiment in a Geek Sauce
Jun. 29th, 2004 05:24 pmI love my dog.
No, I <3 my dog. So there.
Last night, there was an Italian greyhound in dog park and she and Gougou got along well. But they could not have been more dissimilar. The greyhound is so slight, I could almost wrap a hand around her waist. She weighs 8.5 pounds and is faster than anything. Anything. Even anything with a rocket pack on it's back. Gougou is 35 pounds of solid muscle on short, short legs that pump madly, but don't put any passing rabbits in danger. Compare and contrast!
They are like two wholly dissimilar aliens meeting in one of those, y'know, cantinas for a sparking (not sparkling) drink. They need babblefish, y'know? But that's just to our eyes. To Gougou and the greyhound, they are just DOGS. With gourmet assholes to sniff and a common body language.
So, why do we humans get so hung up on skin colour and shit? But I digress -- and in a particularly hippy way, I might add.
To the point: I love my dog. I'm getting dewey just thinking of him as I finish up my work day here at the office. I will go home and when I come in, he will greet me like a long-lost brother and say with his glinting, mischievious, too-smart-for-his-own-good eyes "you've just made my day, dude!"
No, I <3 my dog. So there.
Last night, there was an Italian greyhound in dog park and she and Gougou got along well. But they could not have been more dissimilar. The greyhound is so slight, I could almost wrap a hand around her waist. She weighs 8.5 pounds and is faster than anything. Anything. Even anything with a rocket pack on it's back. Gougou is 35 pounds of solid muscle on short, short legs that pump madly, but don't put any passing rabbits in danger. Compare and contrast!
They are like two wholly dissimilar aliens meeting in one of those, y'know, cantinas for a sparking (not sparkling) drink. They need babblefish, y'know? But that's just to our eyes. To Gougou and the greyhound, they are just DOGS. With gourmet assholes to sniff and a common body language.
So, why do we humans get so hung up on skin colour and shit? But I digress -- and in a particularly hippy way, I might add.
To the point: I love my dog. I'm getting dewey just thinking of him as I finish up my work day here at the office. I will go home and when I come in, he will greet me like a long-lost brother and say with his glinting, mischievious, too-smart-for-his-own-good eyes "you've just made my day, dude!"
