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today i sid something that caused me to lie on my bed and furrow my brow. i was alone and i went insane.

this dog, jota, is taking over my life. i don’t really have a life as it is, but this dog took over whatever semblance i had left. my life consisted of reading, writing and learning vietnamese. all has changed and oh so quickly.

potty training a dog is a piece of work. i don’t know if i’m doing it right or if the dog is too young or what not. after he squats on the floor and delivers his payload i’m forced to yell and hit him on the nose. i don’t know of any other way. today was a frustrating day. he marked his territory near my bed. it would have been a relatively normal occurrence but it just so happened that we had returned from a trip outside. i scolded him and sent him to bed.

he sulked. his bed is my underwear and sock drawer. well, it’s more of a cabinet dug out of the wall. it’s only a few inches off of the ground and he’s taken to sleeping on a pair of my striped, red, boxer briefs. he sat on those briefs staring at me as i read. his gaze was piercing and tragic. after a bit of a nap i went over to him, crouched down and looked him in the eyes.

i said something my father would have told me when i was a baby except i was talking to a dog. a dog that peed everywhere. i said, “jota, you know that we (jack and i) love you. we just want you to succeed.” i said it with the utmost sincerity too. i told a puppy i wanted it to succeed. i sat back in awe of my own insanity. no work and few responsibilities makes jon a dull boy.