Friday, May 28, 2010
From the Porch to the End of the Driveway
I overworked my poor pooch today, we walked well over 700 yards and napped this afternoon on K's front porch as the sound of chipmonks tormented Nice (the dog) He didn't even raise his head when the cat wondered past the porch.He must feel neglected from the chicken francese he was fed for dinner.
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