If you have men who will exclude any of God’s creatures from the shelter of compassion and pity,
you will have men who will deal likewise with their fellow men. – Francis of Assisi
I got invited to visit a friend. You can stay with me, he said. Then he told me he had sold his house. I guess I’m homeless with a guest room, he said.
Like the way that sounds. Homeless with a guest room. No idea what it means. I’m going anyway.
When we go we are bringing the puppy. The Notorious RBG. Ragnar BadAss Gonzo. He’s more than a dog, he’s a hobby. Imagine a furry hand grenade.
Like living with an actual Youtube video. “No senior citizens were harmed in the raising of this puppy.”
He’s annoying, he’s a lot of work. He’s perfect.
He is also traveling with me. With us.
The Mother of Dragons has always dreamed of voyaging – you know, wherever – invariably accompanied by her lovely loving canine companions.
We are a party of four. And we get up early. A few of us bark.
Otherwise enchanting.
And we might be coming to your house.
I know, I know. Additional fees may apply.