Our dogs have been rescued from
travails at our home, taken
by auto to Atlanta
where they’ll not be forsaken.

See, our domicile has been
twice flooded and we have too,
— mysterious occasions
since sewage is quite phew.

FUNNY?

“…nothing could prepare us for the experience itself. At no time is this more sharply felt than when the helicopter drops one off for the first time in some godforsaken part of the Arctic, totally alone. The first thought is of polar bears. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve scanned the landscape looking for white specks that move. This anxiety can make you see things. In our first week in the Arctic, one of the crew saw a moving white speck. It looked like a polar bear about a quarter mile away. We scramble like Keystone kops for our guns, flares, and whistles until we discovered that our bear was a white Arctic hare 200 feet away. With no trees or houses by which to judge distance, you lose perspective in the Arctic.”
–Your Inner Fish, by Neil Shubin page 17