when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Monday, May 18, 2009
Hike
Dogs can hardly contain their glee as I tie my hiking sneakers. Bean curls her lip at me into a dalmatian smile. Wouldn't it be great if people were this way? (Although if the Maharishi emulated the dalmatian smile, it might scare small children.)
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