um,

I think it's common knowledge:

If you're dating Will,

You are dating Grace,

You are dating Will & Grace,

Or you are not.

Black and White. That's the REALITY. Without question. Crystal clear.
[no 'grey area' here!]

anything less would be a fatal error.

update:

tanka, the white dog, has now been in possession of his earthly body for some twelve years. that vessel has got an inoperable tumor in the nerve sheath of one of it's rear legs. the other rear leg's hip is nearly worn out. three months ago, he could chase rabbits all day. now, he stands - he walks with difficulty. painfully. heartwrenchingly. soon, he won't be able to do either. before that time, i'm going to release him. perhaps in a matter of days.

we have shown eachother such love, from the day twelve years past when he, at the tender age of three weeks, chose me. a litter of fourteen, all over the place, all but one, who practically made a beeline to me as soon as i'd entered the room, and has rarely left my side since.

this final act of love i must do, but by all that is, it's hard. really hard. and it's not because i'm needy - i got over that decades ago. but because i'm on the spot. i'm being forced to choose. . . for someone else, and that really goes against my nature. but just now i'm reminded, i've prolonged this dog's life some three years past when if on his own, he would have experienced a much more unpleasant end, wolf-hybrid with a bum hip being gnawed to death by a pack of wild dogs most likely. so hey, that makes me feel a little better. a little.