The guest dog left today, leaving his city friends (above) to go back to the country. He is not good with transitions. Maybe he is ADHD, like a lot of other folk I know from the Berkshires. After we put the luggage in the trunk he had to be dragged, feet splayed, across the sidewalk and hauled bodily into the car. "He loves you more than me!" his mom wailed. "He loves J more than either of us," I said, and headed up the street to get the newspaper.
Why I can't stop: Partings are such sweet sorrow.
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QUICK, YOU BETTER LEAVE TOWN. Befroof..I mean, before, you get lonely...
Honey, as Nike keeps suggesting, Just Do It.
Get the pocket pooch.
Before withdrawal symptoms set in.
This is so sad. No more Moxie???
See if I check this blog out anymore.
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