August 12, 2002

  • I let the dog out every morning. It is his job to check on all the vegetation, in the morning. After a while, I look out the window, to maybe see what he’s up to. This morning, I looked out the window, and there he is, on the other side of the fence. He was kinda behind a hedge tree, scratching in a heap of dead grass. He was peeking around the hedge tree, to see if I was looking, Knowing he’s not to be there. I went out side, and just motioned, with my hand to come out of there, and he started walking back, as if to say, I was wondering when you’d come, busted again.

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