|The Thing Itself|
Life is like poison ivy. An unknown touch, a brush, a bump, a caress. Even Sophie, my trusty dog, can make the introduction. Poison ivy doesn't bother her so there's no need for a bark of warning.And then, an ordinary day becomes electric.
An over-stimulation of skin and mind awake the day as never before.
A struggle to scratch enough fights with a struggle to leave it alone.
What's a man and his dog to do?
Scratch, scratch, scratch... what a mystery.