no no bad dog

the best worst dog there was.
once he found a scent, his nose went up, his eyes targeted you, and that was his cue to you.

I'M GONE.
and i'm not running.
i will slowly saunter away from you, and ignore your calls and bellows.


and you will find me sniffing in the neighbors yard after driving around in the rain for two hours.

but i will always come back, and be happy to see you.

before there was a bri.
before there was a xavy.
there was ray, my original boy.



i hope you have found your scent again, and it leads you somewhere beautiful.