depressed? burrow, but only with consent

where do you go when you're sad?

i like to weep right into the dog.
she's absorbent.
i want to say she's sympathetic, but that would be a lie.
in reality she just fixes a glazed stare over my shoulder and tolerates me.
it's all she can give,
but it's enough.
almost.

i just need more dogs,
specifically puppies.
i need a pile of them
and i need to be under it.

i don't think that's too much to ask.

imagine you just got fired...
pam, whaaaat?  that's horrible!

now imagine yourself underneath this:

doesn't matter anymore, does it?

don't like the pink puppy bellies against your face
(are you insane?  that's only the best part)
there's still an option for you:

problem solved.  just crawl under a belly-up pile.  you're never coming out.

don't make the mistake this girl made though:  inadequate coverage.

sometimes we underestimate our needs,
resulting in inadequate coverage.

puppy piles work.

but sometimes it's hard to find one.
you know what's EASY to find:  a human.

this is a real life photo of Chris and me (i just took it with a high tech filter).

nothing dirty is happening here.
you can tell by his expression.

burrowing helps me,
when i'm sad,
when i'm cold,
when i suspect Chris is sitting on top of loose change.

try it...only with consent (that's just polite).

however, it's important to measure your partner before you make 

any long term commitments.
learn from our mistakes.

i mean, look what happened there.
significant exposure.

but, if you can get a burrowee that will just continue to read, 

let you burrow, and act like your pointy elbows aren't jabbing into his spine...

then even the slimmest partner can work.
believe it or not, not everyone is natually good at it.
that requires a certain type of personality and strength of character (and a little training).

swim team cartoon

swim team is hard when you're a Lyon kid, just hanging out with your abacus and your parents' lame principles