i know it's dangerous to blog about work...especially certain people at work. so. the following conversation took place between myself and a Mexian penpal i chat with daily over MSN messenger.
him: i have a dog
me: oh? i love dogs! what kind?
him: she has no kind. her name is Zorra.
him: she likes to play a lot. she's always on me. jumping, making noises...like a baby crying
me: yes, well, dogs are a lot of work.
him: yes. she even eats better than me.
** five minutes of silence **
him: once i had a dream...and she died in that dream.