Wednesday, June 09, 2004

Into Each Life

Well, the thunderstorm I referred to earlier has turned into a full blown typhoon. This has altered the plotline of my personal sitcom, "My Three Dogs".

I actually had them fairly attuned to my schedule but that did require them going outside for extended periods of time.

Moments ago, I fed them big heaping bowls of food and green beans hoping they'll sleep for at least an hour or so, so I can sleep for at least an hour or so.

Of course full stomachs do have their consequences, and from thus comes today's truth: Dogs poop a lot quicker in a monsoon.

If Confucius didn't say that I'm sure he would have gotten around to it eventually.