It has been a lonely spot since Dash died, but Smudge and I are now back in the habit of sitting here again and pondering our human and canine navels.
Smudge alternates between being close to my chair and out on the small deck when the door is open.
October 21, 2012
Where I write...think...
It has been a lonely spot since Dash died, but Smudge and I are now back in the habit of sitting here again and pondering our human and canine navels.
Smudge alternates between being close to my chair and out on the small deck when the door is open.
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