Pets

I'm so much more comfortable with people's pets than actual people. And people tend to be more comfortable with me being comfortable with their pets than with them. I went up to my neighbor's dog--I like to grab dogs' jaws and scratch their necks, and they love it--so, I'm holding the dog's jaws and scratching and just talking to the dog, and he's loving it, just calmly staring at me, wagging his tail. That's the part that fascinates me: you can have that somewhat intimate contact with a domestic animal, where you understand each other. It's not the same way with the actual neighbor. I don't really talk to my neighbor, or even look at him if his dog is there. I suppose things might change if I grabbed my neighbor's jaws and started scratching his neck. Maybe that's just it, maybe he's jealous. We'd probably be way closer if I was more intimate with him, like I am with his dog. So close we'd be connected through a restraining order.

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