I haven’t actually taken any pictures, but there are two dogs that pass every day, and it makes me happier when I see them.
One is an elderly bulldog I have named “Dense Boy” who shuffles by with an old lady. They don’t move very fast. I’m not sure if she’s moving slow for his sake, if he’s moving slow for her sake, or if their speed is a case of water finding its own level.
The other daily dog is a gray great dane I have named “Big Boy.” He runs past, spreading slobber in his wake. He is accompanied by a young man who jogs, either to keep up with the dog, or to keep fit so it will be harder for the dog to eat him. I live in fear that the poor guy will slip on the slobber and hurt himself.
Wim ten Brink
2023-07-18 20:53:58 +0000 UTCUncle Josh
2023-07-10 19:21:00 +0000 UTC