you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room and discovering that the baby crawled out of his baby crib and onto that pottery wheel that you forgot to turn off
and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern
it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
can someone hire me as a lighthouse keeper. my grip on reality is soooo stable and i will behave so normally under conditions of extreme isolation. and i promise i wont try to fuck the light