A little black lab mix sneaks into my yard. That's right. Sneaks. As in, squeezes through the space where the back gate doesn't line up. Which is chained closed. He has massive squeezability. (I claim that it is a word.)
Anyway, they run around and play, but as soon as I come out, he slinks away, all nervous. No collar, and no tail. Very cute, and I want to just feed him and give h water and love and he shall be mine and I shall call him George and where was I again? Oh yeah, so I like that Duke has an occasional friend, I just wish I could do more for him.
I kinda wish I could mail him to my friend in New Orleans, since she wants a black lab...
No comments:
Post a Comment