Sundays motivation finally arrived for the human after we stampeded the hallways like loose bulls, trampled each other a dozen or so times racing up and down the stairs and launched off the bed like rockets taking flight. She threw back the covers and dressed accordingly to take us out on an afternoon walk. We were perfectly behaved, prancing down the street absorbing the brisk winds. She walked us down to the reservoir where the snow accumulates, the best place for snow angels. Snout first, I began my work. Reva stood patiently in annoyance with my admiration of the snow. She prefers distance, ignoring most things on the way. Not me, I wanna experience it all, snow included. Love, my snow angel looked more like a rolling pig, Huckleberry
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 22:29:25 +0000
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