The following scene was incredibly disturbing to me. Foxy Loxy extracts a wishbone from his mouth. He sticks it in the ground with countless other wishbones. Walt Disney was a regular Dickens. I cried watching Finding Nemo (think of the bloodthirsty, menacing sharks) and Lion King (murderous Scar luring Mufasa to his death), and so many more. Why were Walt and Chas so fixated on orphans? Not to mention the Grimms. To make matters worse, I'm reading Jane Eyre. Damn. If I'm not careful, I'll go back to Tess of the D'Urbervilles. Hardy, Hawthorne, Poe. Why is good literature so depressing?
Ok, I'm off on a tangent. I need to get back to real life.
I went to the farmer's market today. I gave The D a big bag of snap peas to snap. I was saddened when he asked me how to do it, but encouraged when he not only caught on, but disregarded my instructions. What the hell if we have a few stems to deal with? I'm sure they're loaded with fiber.
I made him a BLT for lunch. With a tomato far superior to the poor excuse I find at the grocery store. I microwaved an extra piece of bacon for him to give to Lucy. That dog is going to be so obese. I'm going to switch her from puppy food to the weight-control kind.
I'm missing Linus, and I'm in such a quandry about him. The whole flea infestation/territor-marking disaster has made me rethink the prudence of taking on another dog. I miss him, though. I've wanted to visit him, but I know if I do, my heart will melt and I won't leave without him. He's so sweet, but I know that I don't need any more complications in my life right now.
So. Real life waits. If you wanna see the crazy, weird, subversive Disney short, here's the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vnp4kj5lLOU
Over and out...