Sniffing butts, getting my back scratched, eating leftover cat food, and barking out the car window, these are all my favorite things. But when The People start laughing, or moving about the living room in a quick manner, or speak loudly, I feel my hair tingle and I wish to be Among Them. If only for a moment, until I am yelled at, then the moment passes. Like an amputee with phantom pain, I will mourn for the living room loneliness, I frequently feel.Monday, September 10, 2007
Zack's Zesty Essay
Sniffing butts, getting my back scratched, eating leftover cat food, and barking out the car window, these are all my favorite things. But when The People start laughing, or moving about the living room in a quick manner, or speak loudly, I feel my hair tingle and I wish to be Among Them. If only for a moment, until I am yelled at, then the moment passes. Like an amputee with phantom pain, I will mourn for the living room loneliness, I frequently feel.
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