Tough is sadness deleted, embraced battle of will and ability, gone. Rough rough rough rough rough rough rough rough, it’s as if dog was barking for hours with no end, no change in tone, me thinking how long will it last and what does it want. Does it belong to anybody?
Rough rough rough rough, disgust, boredom,
disturbance and irritation to get used to, to feel no pain by it, to let the disturbing angst go by letting those little things not get you. You thinking the possible sadness of a dog.