everybody in yuppie yaletown where i live owns a teeny tiny puppy. and i mean every one (well except the couple a few doors down from us but every one apart from them). if you are mooching around yaletown on a sunny saturday afternoon there isn't a dog in sight that wouldn't fit in my leather shoulder bag (not that i've actually tried it but i'm 99.9% sure). i can't help wondering where all these dogs go when they become big dogs and are no longer quite so cute. do they squash them in vices to keep them miniature or perhaps they sell them to people in the burbs who actually have the room to own a pet or maybe there's a queue down by the marina waiting to drown them so they can get more teeny tiny puppies? who knows.
i feel really good today but i did just notice that my water jug is more than half empty. i should go and fill it up before it jinx's me.
8:40 a.m. - June 22, 2004
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