about being myself, a writer, a creative-artsy type, a mother, a runner, an ex-pat New Yorker, a bit mad but not scary, what else?
Saturday, July 26, 2008
the weekend of the dog
Iz has decided to be a dog. This does not involve barking or even walking on all fours. It involves nudity, peeing outside with one leg raised, and pooping outside. (The last I consider so nasty -- he has done this only once, without warning -- I hope to avoid a repeat.)
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