Pound Puppy…

Don’t you…

Don’t I what?

Don’t you want me?

I do, but..

But what?

I can’t have you.

I don’t…

Don’t what?

I don’t understand.

Somethings in life…

Somethings in life.

Just don’t make sense.

It’s not fair.

No. It’s not fair.


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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

14 thoughts on “Pound Puppy…”

  1. I’d take him in a heartbeat it I knew he’d be happy in confined spaces and without my company for a greater part of the day.
    But those are just excuses. Look at him, he’s so adorable.

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