how_we_are_like_dogs raze we have an amazing ability to forgive the people we love almost anything. look at me the right way, say a few kind words, rub my belly, and i'll start wagging my tail. sometimes i bark at strangers, too. 130322 ... ovenbird We will come running for the most rancid scraps. We will curl ourselves into the tiniest pockets of warmth. We will believe, always, in the goodness of the world no matter how many times we are kicked. We will breathe in the stench of the day and find, somehow, that everything has the ability to fascinate. 250624 ... ovenbird We want to fold ourselves, forever, into the laps of those with the gentlest hands and offer to share whatever warmth we have. 251020 ... ovenbird We lick at our wounds in a misguided attempt to soothe festering flesh, only succeeding in keeping what splits us open fresh and oozing. We decide we prefer the taste of pus and blood to the stiff slash of a scar. And while we strap our heads into cones made from melted down denial and pharmaceuticals our teeth find a way around the plastic edge to rip open stitches placed so carefully by those skilled in the art of forgetting. We won’t be deterred from letting our tongues probe the edges of every raw lesion. We would rather feel than heal. 260126 what's it to you? who go blather from