this is good, this is really good.  I have food that I've been staring down at the bar for the last few hours like Oreo used to do because he thought i might steal it—i hurt Oreo fundamentally because i was young and so stupid.  He  bit my lip off on two occasions, one time he actually did and spit it out (my sister picked it up from the rug and brought it to zee hospital—she was like, gross"—

and I noticed he was running back and forth with me in the living room when i realized I had no upper lip.  I wish I could just kiss him for all all those times I thought it was funny to chase him strumming the guitar and all he could do was hide under the table, for him it was July 4 fireworks, and then I would make that kissy sound i make to all dogs and he would relieved come to me and then I would strum again!  Or gradually I punked with him enough to make him subconsciously believe I always wanted to steal his food.  He was such a softy with a quiet wrath.  I love my lack of upper lip.  That's my baby's hishatak.  I think Punky assumed a lot of his traits after he died.  She was actually  very happy-go-lucky with Oreo, after his initial ...hmmm..let me try to kill her real quick.  But she changed after he died.

ohhh... He's doing Wild Horseses, this is very disrespectful on my part, blogging in the bathroom and locking the door like im doing drugs