A short story for today, about how a stroll would give rise to defining life, and existence. What this means to be living…or not.
I was out for the morning pull this morning with the two beasts. Not so much walk, more of a pull. Put them both in harnesses like work horses, hook on two leashes, open the door and off they go. The pull.
The strength of two 35 pound Frenchies can be amazing. These two are all muscle, spending half their day asleep, the other half at 90 miles an hour, running from the front door to the back. Chasing each other for possession of the prized toy of the moment.
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