Recently i adopted a stray from Puerto Rico and named her Beyonce. It's been awesome. She eats all the flies in my apartment and loves to lick faces (she seems fascinated with mouths). a couple weeks after i got Beyonce it truly sank in that she would be mine forever, even when friends that seem eternal drift in and out she would still be there. it was a new and fantastic realization. (also that night i had a fucked up dream where these two guys from the dog park shot us in my parents garage. seriously wtf, some kind of distorted maternal instinct.)
today i took her to a quarry where she was terrified to swim, last time i tried to make her she ran into the woods and we all had to yell "Beyonce!" for about 10 minutes.
and sometimes when she sleeps her ears stick straight up
then i make her take pictures with me
