If Ned's not here, I have to walk the dogs separately, because if they see another dog, they attack each other like idiots. I do not know what drives them to do such a thing, other than they can't attack the dog they see, so it's the next-best thing.
You know how sometimes people say about countries who are at war with each other, "Oh, just let them kill each other off already"? That's sort of how I feel when my own dogs bare their teeth at each other. At the very dog they plan to curl up on a dog bed with in a few hours.
It's that man you fought with this morning. The same one you're going to make love with tonight. That's truth, that's love. I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't s'posed to see. I've been to paradise but I've never been to me.
No, you're welcome. I'll burst into that song any time you like.
So, when I was walking Edsel alone tonight, I was admiring the spring and the flowers and the houses and so on in my neighborhood, and I thought of The Color Purple, when Shug Avery said, "I think it pisses God off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don't notice it."
I don't really have a field anywhere near me, per se, although people often mispronounce my last name (my real one) as "...field" when it's FELD, folks. Feld. There's no I in me. There is, apparently, a king in me occasionally, seeing as I've been undressed by one.
Oh my god, I never get to the point. Again, I do not have a field near me, but I did decide to grab my phone when I went back to the house to retrieve Tallulah, and notice all the color purple on my walk.