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Thursday, April 26, 2012

Dog Day Afternoons

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So I may not always do what I’m told, or listen closely to the DON’T list (it’s so hawrrd!), but no one can accuse me of being a cold-hearted bitch. I care. I care plenty about my man. In fact, every afternoon I take him out for a bike ride so as to keep his heart healthy, you know? Now, I’m no doctor, but I hear it’s good for their kind. And I don’t mind keepin’ him company. And, I like to let him rest for a bit in the park before movin’ on (say w’sup n’ tussle with my buddies since we’re there anyway).

In the winter he hides the bike someplace, so you know what that means? I end up havin’ to walk ‘im in the biting cold e-ve-ry afternoon. Like I say though . . . I've got heart, and I love this guy . . . what can I say?
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photo: M. Hébert
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3 comments:

stuart said...

beautiful...gros sourire
=:-)

Bonhomme Sept Heures said...

This Is Like Reading Something Angel Would Have Written Herself... :-)
Thanks To Annie For Sharing This !!

Marjolaine Hébert said...

Yes, thanks to the warm-hearted, lovely, and well-read Annie..woof!