12th
April
2009
Can a bag of string answer all my questions?
A few minutes ago, the dog was in my face. Something, on the edge of her tongue; an idea. She wanted (I think) to go outside, lie on the stoop with a toy and watch the world go by. But, the words escaped her. All she could get out was a sibilent yowl, expressing frustration at our interspecies communications barrier. I did what I could, taking her to the door, attaching a cobbled-together long lead and wishing her a good hair day (it is rather windy right now) as she took up her post on our eastern boundary.
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