This dog and I are half-sleeping on the comfy bed in the guest bedroom. Nice cool breeze through an open window. For a while, we just sat and looked out at the quiet street and listened to the rain.
I have a fondness for pit bull mixes and their tendency to notice when I’m sad, climb into whatever semblance of lap is available, and politely crush my soul back into my body. It’s nice of them. Considerate.
Thinking about how absconding with other people’s dogs is generally frowned upon.
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