To Monte, it looked good enough to eat, so he ate it. Come to find out that The Guy had had other plans for that hunk of meat. The fact that he’d left him the bone (albeit scored with tooth marks) didn’t seem to make much difference.
—- The Abject Muse, Monte
Isaak in the pond at NorthBark Park, Dallas, Texas
I always wonder what my dog is thinking as I take him for a walk. He acts like he really likes to play fetch, though (and he is very good at it).
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Monte by The Abject Muse
from The Abject Muse (Susan Marie Shuman)
Bill Chance 