Day 123: It Could Happen To You.

I awoke in such a funny sensation. It was moist and a kind of stroking. Not up and down, just up, up and up again. I could expect no less for leaving it in the open, pointing to the sky. But what could be doing it? I did not know, so I opened my eyes for a peek and there was my dog! It was so dirty; I am in shame! So sweetly encapsulated in its salty flavour, my dos was licking my toes. It tickled too, I must say, but what is that you were thinking? Speak up?? Treacherous denial of an unnamed, unearthly demon monk from the shrimp dimension. You are the stinky seesaw!

And To Think I Had Breakfast Yesterday.