It got worse

My dog bit me today. Not his usual unhappy snap either. My face was there as I leaned down to kiss his cheek, and there is a dainty puncture wound above my now swollen lip.

As I did his entire discipline routine I cried. And in one of my many anthropomorphic moments, I mourned the fact that even after all the work I've poured into him, my dog does not seem to love me. Memories of past relationships flooded me-- the unrequited and exhausted effort I had given trying to fix them and the men that I loved.