Over the years, mostly at tournaments but sometimes biking, people have come up to me, or more appropriately Kila (or Tsaina) and asked if they might get their dog fix.   Upon which they engage in vigorous loving and scratching and slobbering with the dog for a few minutes until the monkey is fed, and then they thank me and Kila (or Tsaina) and move on.

Its like banging a hooker, except sweeter.

I understand completely.

But walking in The Quarter i find myself looking at all the little children and expecting one of them to go “HI DADDY!” and I want to hug them. which is odd, and creepy, cause I hate most children that are not my own.   And asking if I might hug them all over for a moment is a good way to get arrested.

This is junkie talk.

I need my G fix.   I need it now.   I need it all the time.   Sometimes I wake up and she is across the bed and has been for most of the night and i know I will not have a well day unless immediate spooning takes place.   Sometimes I need to hug her and have her smile.   Sometimes I need her to run rampant around the kitchen and me to grab her by her pants and force her into shoes to force the reality of the day and my connection to her upon me.

I plan to get a tatoo in her honor. Eventually.

I miss my tinyHuman