Dog Blog 1

I love when the homo sapiens take me for a walk, especially when it’s chilly.  The lyric austerity of the later winter weather in Prestwick Village is obstinate and unrelenting.  I recognize and respect that there is hardly any foliage to cry in the guileless raw air, but some brittle leaves still cling to their branches like threadbare camouflage and the snow on the bushes lay pretty like shiny tinsel on a discarded Christmas tree; and always the vision of smoke drifting from unapproachable chimneys’.

Only a dog on a leash knows this.


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