two years

two years

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It’s been two years and I’m still not really a dog person.**

One of my friends recently referred to her dogs as staff and I laughed a HaHaHaMineToo-laugh but then I had to cut the phone call short because I organize my day around limiting the dog’s exposure to the windshield wipers, vacuum cleaner, fly swatter, fireworks, Halloween, deliveries, being left at home, being washed, and being dried.

If I have any time left over, I try to convince strangers that she is perfectly behaved (except while in the presence of frolicksome dogs, dogs on leashes, friendly dogs, unfriendly dogs, cats, rabbits, squirrels, birds, leaves + wind, and people).

Then I look for tennis balls under all the furniture.

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** What is a dog person anyway? Someone who loves ALL dogs? Because I’m for sure not that. I love MY dog - too much maybe. And your dog is probably tolerable. Other dogs? meh. 

winter

winter

three

three