Huckleberry's Diary

Dear Diary,
​
The first attack arrived without warning, as they often do.
A firm greeting, directed at the same location as always: my unfortunate bottom.
​I tried to communicate my feelings by trotting away with what was left of my dignity.

Today began with promise.
The sun was soft, the air was calm, and Edna was… momentarily occupied.

I allowed myself a flicker of hope.
A dangerous indulgence, I know.

For several minutes, I grazed in peace. 
Perhaps, I thought, Edna has turned over a new leaf.
Perhaps she has discovered the importance of personal space.
Perhaps... No.
She had simply been chewing.
And gathering momentum. 

I continue to believe Edna possesses many fine qualities.
I have just not had the chance to observe them while upright.

At one point I attempted to hide behind a bucket.
It was, in retrospect, more symbolic than effective.

Still, I refuse to abandon hope.
Perhaps she is simply expressing her admiration in a language unfamiliar to me.
Perhaps her forehead, and my rear end are, mysteriously, destined to meet across time and space.

Or perhaps (and this is my sincerest wish) she will one day realize that friendship does not require acceleration.
Until then, I will remain vigilant.
And keep a friend between us.

Huckleberry