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Activate the bomb. I don't want to think about bombs. I do want to be aware of bombs. Bombs dropping on people. Can you imagine being bombed? Can you imagine having no safe place to go while bombs are dropping around you? Can you imagine seeing your loved ones blown up into literal pieces?
My dog is looking weird. He is laying down and kind of looks like he is just sniffing the air, but his whole body is moving in a strange, shaky way. What is going on with him? I need to stop and check.
He is fine. I think he was peeing while lying down and that's why it looked weird. Poor dog. He's basically incontinent now so we put doggy diapers on him when he's in the house. He is about 14 years old, if the first vet to give us an estimate on his age was correct. Our old Belmont Ratface Scavenger Shadowmage. "Bone-Eater." A child gave him that last monikor. Is that not how you spell that? Moniker. The child saw him while we were on a walk, way back when, and said, "Is he a bone eater?" Or was it, "He looks like a bone eater"? Or maybe it was both. "Is he a bone eater? He looks like a bone eater." I remember it being stranger that that, though, like maybe the child said, "They call him bone eater."