Nomorebrain

May 21, 2008 @ Madison, Wisconsin

   Evening, it's time to walk the dog. His name is Woofy, and unfortunately, he blinds. But he's okay. He always rubbed his face with the grasses. While we were walking, he also always steps on my feet because he couldn't see anything. If he wants to go to the opposite way, I can't stop and change his mind. Sometimes his ways depend on my way, but sometimes my ways depend on his way too.