Dog’s life
Sunday, 19 August 2007
Sometimes, in that post-Victorian life-of-leisure style, we have cocktail hour here at the “farm” and multiple households unite for a “snort.” Today we perched on the bluff above the lake, very civilized, and chatted and laughed for quite a while. Bored with our conversation, I guess, and with his poodle playmate ensconced on a lap, the puppy trotted around checking smells and eventually found a dead soldier and mauled it about for quite a while….