My dog seems to be acting very strange these days. He seems sad all the time. I know that all dogs can at times be - hang dog-like; but it seems different with Baby. The dog just has damn issues and I have to tell myself over and over that it has nothing to do with me.

Last night I was sitting in my livingroom listening to a record. My hands were occupied with something, and the dog suddenly got up from his spot on the floor, and began to groan and press his snout into my thigh. He's a big enough dog that it kept me from continuing writing or whatevet I was doing.
"What's with you dog?" I asked, puzzled. And then a slight feeling of anxiety began to creep into me. Baby stared up at me with terrified eyes, and he groaned aloud. His tail tried to wag, but it was more of a clipped stutter against the floor.
Suddenly I was alarmed. I wondered if there wasn't going to be an earthquake - or something worse. Perhaps all of civilization'd worst fears realized.This was not a rational kind of fear, but the general, primordial variety. I listened to the house itself in silence, all the while staring at the dog; searching his eyes for an answer. Finally I exhaled.
"What the hell are you trying to do to me baby?" I asked him, sitting down irritatedly to write again.

I only remembered this today, when I stumbled upon this link:

http://www.craigslist.org/sfo/sfc/com/9863144.html

Listening to the news on Sunday, March 23

It sounds like things are getting completely fucked up in Iraq. It's surreal how anything so remote can be so immeadiate, and I don't even watch TV.

At least the news helicopters have gone away.