Goodbye Onya

The trip to Daegu was short and sad. The new family seems nice.

I taught her many things. I house-trained her, almost completely by accident. I taught her how to do a high-five. Hopefully she will become an inter-species ambassador, demonstrating to people that a dog can be bigger than your shoe, and yet still somehow be cute and lovable.

She is going to grow up into a fine lady.

I wish I could tell you more about Daegu, but I was tired, and the downtown area was ugly. I went to a chain Mexican food outlet, a poor man’s “Chipotle.” The only thing I could of to do was go to the casino. Instead, I went home and ate grilled cheese sandwiches nonstop at Winnie’s Brunch. A much better choice.

I went skinny dipping at Oedelgae last night. It was pretty tame compared to the first I did this, about one year ago exactly. Last year I was drunk and couldn’t see anything and almost lost all my clothes. This year I was sober and could see “bio-luminescence”, whatever that is, and I found all my clothes, and someone’s bra as well!

Returning to old haunts is making me nostalgic. Is that a good sign or a bad sign?