Dog days. I can't, pant, find a bone. And my favourite lady is waiting. Wagging her tail and on her own. This is better than internet dating. I'll have another scratch under the tree. It is as well to offer a gift. I am not one of those dogs that only see something that needs to be sniffed. How... Sign in to see full entry.
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