the race

y'know,
it's kind of a good thing that crabtree hates it when i'm asleep.
i mean,
who needs an alarm clock when you've got a battle-beast wake-up call
with (sharp!) teeth and predatory eyes, glaring and staring, and hogging all blankets,
in the bed right there next to your unprotected face?
no way is anybody sleeping soundly across from THAT.
ha.
but,
really, that justmeans more hours to do more things before work,
and also, more hours to more things before bed.
of course, there's an added degree of difficulty,
because he's all fired up, revved, and redlining,
trying to derail all my endeavors with more chewing and chomping,
and sneaky-petey hide-and-seeky freaky sh!t,
throughout, and especially in the shut-away spots of the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
mmhmmm.
you know what the worst sound to hear is, when you have a puppy?
...........NO sound.
silence means he's eating the holy sh!t out of something important, deadly,
expensive, or some combination of two or even all three.
yikes.
good thing he's so handsome.
i mean it.
check the teleport:

c'mon!
the thing is-
getting anything done
he rests while i'm at work, and i work while i'm at work,
and therefore,
the only mutha-F*er catching any zzz's around here is him,
and then,
only because nobody is around to harass, harry, worry, harangue, or beleaguer.
the thing is, neighbors,
when he s asleep,
he's not just handsome,
he's totally adorable.
and that makes me stay the hand of the executioner,
or at least, it staunches the flow of the tears of frustration.
take a look for yourself:

^^^see??
we're a perfectly paired adventuring party,
a tandem twosome of gruesome warband warg warriors,
and we roll and rove and reave across the countryside surrounding my borders.
the woodsly goodness is ours for the discovering,
and our own worthy walls in our own hallowed halls are ours for the savaging.
it's like i've got my own personal valhalla,
AND my own personal fenrir,
and together,
we're feasting and beasting every damned morning,
and deep into each evening, as well.
*
so,
i may only be half as busy as i think,
and twice as preoccupied with my dog as i would like,
but,
that doesn't mean i'm wasting time like i've got more than enough of it to go around.
no way.
i'm constantly making moves,
and making things,
and making dinner.
however,
on national pizza day,
i was treated to a tasty night out.
word up.
i'm just sayin',
you didn't really think for a single second that i'd miss out on a slice of pizza, did you?
...on pizza day, no less?
don't be dumb.
rules is rules.
check the teleport:

our local hippie 'za establishment, aptly named flatbread, gets it IN.
and i put it all in my mutha-'ucking mouth.
artichoke hearts and daiya chee' just go so well together.
that's that heavy-handed white people sh!t.
arugula and yellow bells, red and caramelized onions,
and crushed red pepper!
i know about pizza.
i think it's in my DNA.
anyway,
from pizza pie to perilous pet ownership,
i've been busy busy.
i did take an hour for myself,
to do very little,
and instead of that being relaxing,
it twisted and turned into a late night, and an early morning
of action, distraction, and collated collections.
yep.
it turns out i have a lot of stuff,
and whenever i need to use a little bit, i've gotta go and find it first.
that's harder than it sounds-
finding one bauble in a sea of somethings can be all-consuming,
and waylay even the most determined of doings.
we scavenged and scrapped some books,
and we spanned some quality time.
a bellyful of pizza,
a homey houseful of flashing teeth and flying fur,
and a companionable keeper of my company.
that's What Is,
and i am grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....