The world
could fall apart and you wouldn’t notice.
Come to think of it, if the world
falls apart it wouldn’t help if I noticed.
Yesterday, with the Coon Hound
adolescent pup sleeping under my feet, peaceful and sweet as a new born babe, I
left my chair and walked into the living room.
Surprise! A hurricane had hit.
Well, it looked like it. Behind my
back Lafayette, the pup, had been up to some dirty deeds.. He had taken a plant
off the media shelf, ripped it to shreds, bits of green leaves all over the room,
and the dirt from the pot spread over the carpeting as though he had just plowed
a field.
We wouldn’t
give up the zone though would we?
(Or the pup.)
The vacuum cleaner fixed the mess.
The vacuum cleaner fixed the mess.