i think i like toast and dogs.

i am eating toast, i do so adore toast: margarine, peanut butter, or mayonaise, with a slice of cheese. what i'm trying to say is that i don't know what i'd do without toast - it has become a part of who i am.

i'll tell you something else about my days. once or twice, i've gone with my dog - not my feline, sadly- to quebec. by foot, i walk in the open field, where the bumblebee polinated lilac and some yellow flower. i continue walking to the shore; the water is gentle, deep, and my lada, my poochie doggie sits with me to admire the air and the view of life across the water. i pet her, and she licks me, and i smile, she waits... we actually both took a piss in that park by the river. then we ran to the ferry, and crossed it seemed an ocean, ottawa river.

now we were in quebec, where people are friendly, and where i decided to eat some subway. french was employed in my dialogue with the sandwhich maker- she had a rich french accent: not the quebecois i'd expected at all. The meal was great, and i shared some steak sandwhich with my dog.

we walked then to the park, and then back to the river. we sat on the dock, observing nothing. the sunset waited for us on the opposite shore, and that is where the ferry took us next. the beauty of this walk made me happy, i had never had a walk like this one yet. its something i appreciate about june, about toast, and about the sun, tucking into the river, that makes my life worth it. my dog is my best friend too: i've had lada for so long, and never really loved her. maybe this is just the best time for me, as i realize i might love my dog, she is there for me, i can pet her, feed her, and she can lick my face.

i never really loved cats, they are just a distraction. but my dog, i have a new found respect for her. i want to go walk her right now.