Thursday, December 13, 2012
At the Black Dog Café...
... there's lots of bright, cold... mud. And I don't know what made you lie down in that muddy puddle — again and again. But you brought it home, and you're decorating our house with it... in mid-December. Meade got out the vacuum cleaner, when maybe what we really need is the Christmas tree... in that box, down there in the basement.
Labels:
Christmas,
dogs,
photography
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