A Dog's Life
There are times in life when I feel like society and the social experience is slipping from my grasp. Like greasy fingers holding a wine glass, I feel like it is sliding from my hands and hurdling to the floor with thunderous crash as a million shards randomly distribute themselves at my feet. Moments and experiences collide like asteroids and planets. While the fighter in me should seek to confront life in complicated moments, the monk inside me wants to withdraw to a monastery such that I can spend my days contemplating natural patterns in a stone wall. Mere days after arriving to Portland, Oregon, where the circumstances of life have dictated our new life should be formed, I found a need to plan for the welfare of my child. This might have been simple had our child been of the two legged variety. Most certainly a kind coworker might have watched him for a day or two. Reality however is that these days, our child has four legs, a cold nose and a wagging tail. While smal