and I dreamt my little dreamy dreams, and I dreamt of a traveling sideshow where there was some bleachblond gypsy kid, skinny and maybe twenty? with a bunch of pomeriranians he had taught to do tricks. I could see how he trained them, too, lots of little petty meannesses and they were all evidently quite unhappy. One came over to me and I petted it, it’s matter filled eyes peering up and me, and as I tried to comfort it the gypsy kid came over and put his finger in the orbit of my eye, just under my brow, lifted my head up, wagged a finger at me and condescendingly said “My dog”.

Faster than I could ever have moved in real life I grabbed his wrist and said “Not anymore” and broke his forearm off. he screamed but I stood and grabbed him by the throat, silencing him; the dogs all ran to me and I threw him like a ragdoll onto his platform. Onlookers were already painting his truck over so instead of reading ‘Claude and his jumping dogs” it read “Claude and his disembodied arm”.

I hate people who hurt dogs, I really do.