A conversation between me and Velcro led me to Asking Jeeves "what causes dogs to get stuck together?" Not for nothing it automatically populated the field so we're not the first to ponder to the point of research. I guessed the lack of astroglide knowledge or the damn opposing thumb issue. We decided the stray or unattended house pet population is obviously down since its not a common occurrence like it used to be. I've personally never witnessed it but he tells me they wind up butt cheek to butt cheek. And when rocks are thrown at them one always get the "No I'M going first!" advantage...I imagine much like moving a couch. Talk about a walk of shame...Jez. Can you imagine getting dragged around the neighborhood backwards after a bad lay? Hard denying that one. I was hoping they would have a picture since it's something I haven't had the luck of seeing but not the case. I'm sure I could have found one with a little more googling but was honestly concerned what kind of seedy underbelly sub culture of doggie porn I might uncover. I don't need my house raided for hitting a crazy PETA trip wire some where in internet land. These are the kinds of things we talk about...you see why I like him so much.
I'm torn a lot of times to how much I filter when I go from paper to everyone seeing. I am the bad ass rather emotionally distant person. I have very few close friends and even fewer people ever get past this to see the girl inside the tough exterior. The difference between the strong and the weak is the strong break down and fall apart only on their own time and outside the presence of any others. They wait until no one is looking to sit and cry on the steps by themselves. Not trying to get a reaction or a fix from another. Then they stand up and brush off their skunt knees before anyone sees them. They know that all that can fix them is their own mind. The struggle of never wanting to be a burden to someone else but at the same time wanting to grab hold and feel someone stand you back up and kiss your forehead like you can't remember anyone doing when you fell off your bike as a kid. The weak wear everything around on the cuff...they post every emotion and mushy I love you shits on facebook. Pick up the phone and tell who you love that you love them. I don't want to read that gay shit. Really not so much different between the strong and the weak except I guess maybe pride and knowing that no one else is responsible for you. As long as I'm standing I deserve to walk beside someone and hold their hand. If I fall down I don't feel I deserve it...it's what gives me the power to stand back up. Sometimes it sucks to be strong. Strong doesn't always feel so much that way from the inside looking out. And that's how I feel every once in a blue moon....all the other days...I feel like I have the world by the short hairs.
Save your strength for things that you can change. Forget the one's you can't. You've got to let it go. (Zac Brown)
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