My Mental Sanctuary

My mother Im'ed me not long ago, told me Patch had died this morning. I feel strange. A part of me should be sadder about this. I loved that dog. He gave big sloppy kisses, loved to play chew tug. He did some things that I didn't approve of like kill and injur a few birds, and chomp down on my foot when I was trying to seperate him and another dog. (The shoes I was wearing at the time had prevented the skin from being punctured) But he was a good dog.

Maybe the fact that I am not as sas as I should be is due to the fact he was an old dog. He was born in 1993, another reason may be because he was with the family in Florida and I'm living in Texas.

I miss that little scamp.

My hair is red. I dyed it yesterday.

( Heroes )