Fuzz

I backed over the dog again.


It has not yet dawned on him that cuddling up with the wheels of my desk chair is a bad idea.

When I push back my chair to engage in walking meditation (machination, really!) I get him good. There are little tufts of dog hair around the floor.

There is a perfectly good dog bed beside me, out of chair range, that goes un-used.

Why?

Some things just can't be explained.