The higher the temperature goes, the less energy left in me, but also the less left to Luther, puppius indomitabilis.
Perhaps not so bad an exchange.
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2 comments:
Oh, I agree. A twenty-minute walk around the neighborhood is about all that Barley and I can stand. He's sleeping at my feet as I type.
Luther is a handsome young lad!
ah yes. The welcome relief of "Oh, thank God, I think he's asleep!"
We're finding puppy teeth everywhere. . . .
How old is Barley these days? [hint, hint - we haven't seen a picture of him in a while. . . . what a character!]
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