Sometimes Max just sits there, upright, sort of glancing around at nothing. What could he be thinking about?
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I thought it might be a fun project to snap a photo and post a blurb each day for a year as way to keep in touch with family and friends who are far away. And as a way to stop and smell the roses as they say. Even though in Chicago,for much of the year,the roses are covered in ice and snow and are often peed on by dogs.
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1 comment:
Lol...Clara does that, too. Or she'll just come sit down right in front of me and stare at me. She's been walked, fed, and watered, and I'm not eating anything myself so she's not begging. I'll be doing my own thing (reading, watching TV) and eventually I'll notice her there and I look at her and go, "What?" It's a mystery.
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