Sunday, August 26

I am over the moon. You are coming to see me. I will place the dog bone I kept for you in a brown paper, fold it over and keep it under my pillow tonight. I will give it to you when the time comes. I will try not to show my enthusiasm out of fear you might run away. Please, do not run away, just bark softly and eat your bone.

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