It seems like you never really know how thick your hide is until someone tries to throw a rock through it. I was just walking the dog and these three boys were in this pack walking toward me, talking. I put my sunglasses over my eyes and just tried to carry on as usual, but you know the feeling when that happens. Anyway, they passed by and I turned my ear to their conversation. One of them was saying "...no legs. You can't take a dog for a walk if it doesn't have legs." And I kept walking, kept going, but it felt like I'd been slapped in the face. It stung. My eyes burned, but I held it in. They're assholes, I thought to myself. But assholes or not, I was affected. I think I need a workout for my emotional barriers. They need to be stronger. But do I really want that? Whatever. I love my dog. A walking her can be a beautiful thing.
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