mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is.
I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
oh the joy of the ripping and tearing of cardboard
snuggling. check. food. check. walk. check. lounging in morning sun. check. the shear joy of shreading cardboard. check. happy pup. check. such a deep black and wiggly all over, I am guessing she's almost a year old but that's me guessing. gain a pup and lose a deer pod. noticed they are not observably frequenting my microforest. must be a result of pup on the prowl since I don;t leash, house or fence her in. she stays because she chooses to.
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