From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog."
They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."
Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."
Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.
Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise."
"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.
"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.
Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future.
So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog", but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man or woman."
So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog" just smile... because they "just don't understand."
But I think I want to try going through the Temple of Transmogrification.. I really do want a Rofling, just didn't realize it until a few minutes ago. I even figured what cossie I want, kinda.. Either Burnt, Recycled, or Space
Sooooo, to help me in my journey towards that special Rofling, I need the Heiros xD After I buy my Christmas presents, I'll be looking to buy Heiros in bulk, hopefully discounted =)
Joneigh is my future Rofling ^_^ (Pronounced Joe-Nah) xD
The music played with a calming frequency. The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion, Creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of blackness. The windows were cold to the touch, Reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extremity. Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass, And streaks of melting snow cascaded down its length. The music pulsed louder, yet gentle, Like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water. The skyline was glowing faintly with vague hints of an impending dawn. The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road, And she hadn't so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the last twenty minutes Nor had we spoken.
As we were, so perfect, so happy. They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've seen. Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned. As we were, so perfect, so happy.
"Why are you doing this?" she spoke as if not expecting a response. Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive, So suddenly that my heart had jumped. "I'm not doing anything," I said, but I didn't even believe that myself. "This is what's best, for me, for you, for us," or maybe just for me I thought, As a tear formed in the pit of her eye. The music poured through the speakers and we were losing ourselves in the cadence. She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink. Then she was crying. Then she was shouting. Then I was shouting, Now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions, We barely even knew the questions.
As we were, so perfect, so happy. They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've seen. Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned. As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don't put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else. Please, love, give me the wheel, before both of our hearts you Will steal tonight (will steal tonight).
As we were, so perfect, so happy. Don't remember, only your smiles 'cause that's all they've seen. Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned. As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Our cracking voices became part of the music. The car pressed on faster through the night. As our voices lowered, The cadence again overtook the air. Up ahead there was a curve approaching. She made no indications of slowing.
Wow. I used to laugh at people who did these kinds of messages, but now I'm one of them..
Anyways. I'm beginning to use more than one computer in my house, my laptop and my desktop computer. So if it looks like it's more than one person logging into this account, it's not. So please don't ban me permanently
