We got off the boat, and I took him to the beach. He remembered the smell I think. His tail was wagging, and he limped his way down to the waterside, sniffing the air, sniffing the dirt, smiling. Yes, smiling. Dogs do smile, and you can tell.
We've been here for about a week now, and it's been bittersweet. I am remembering the early times when I bought a van to live in, when this was a huge Hail Mary, coming up here.
It was a Hail Mary this time, too, but it was slightly more thought out. This is now the backup plan incase the rest of society falls into an Imperial mindset. I don't know. It's all scary.
