I have to admit that these days are flying by. I also have to admit that the keeper also flies by so that she can feed me and tell me that she will be home soon. She doesn't have time to record our memoirs and she doesn't have time to eat here or hang out. Everyone seems to be in town or visiting, and that's they way. She does remember to feed me and give me my medicine.
Tonight?
An old friend who is now in Spokane is in town and they all had dinner together, but not here.
She came home smelling of whippet and hamburger.
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