I walked around Levy this morning for 34:20. Afterward, I sat with Joe on the planter under my den window when the big black dog came jogging up. Heretofore, the dog, a girl, has only approached at a fucking dead sprint. Joe did the ol' arched-back routine with a bit of a hiss as a warning, but he seemed no more than slightly apprehensive. They sat and looked at each other until I drove away to buy a bag full of booze as an elopement gift. This dog has only appeared in the mornings, making me hopeful she has a keeper somewhere nearby. I have begun to admire her.
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