Of course of course

Sometimes, when I'm trotting along at a happy pace, balancing the work with the play, feeling loved and excited for the future, that feeling cuts in and takes a quick bite. Like big gardening shears darting in to clip away a little to thin out a bush. I can't quite tell that anything happened afterward; I look and everything seems the same.

So I continue as I was, but this is a familiar game, and I know it will be back. So I'm a little wary, but only on the inside. Or so I think. In reality, I'm probably as obvious as can be, trotting along, my eyes big and crazy as a horse.

If you get up close enough and don't get distracted by the talking, swishing and normal trotting gait, you'll see the eyes are bugging out--the entire iris is visible and shocked and out of control and looking right at you. And then you're shocked and can't help but let your eyes--now also bugging out and out of control--from darting over to the big, straight, denture-esque teeth as they glisten not far from you, visible as the lips part in irratic marionette movements.

And it's all just unexpected and confusing and you're torn. Continue acting normal.