Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Notes from Insomnia: July 22, 2009--2:26 AM (EST)

You know you're in love when you're in a park at 4:00 a.m., looking for dog poop with only the light of a dying cell phone to guide you. (And yes, said dog poop was found.)
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2 comments:

Kevin McCarthy said...

I once had a dog who was partially paralyzed and I lived in a 3rd floor apartment. My love for her was at least 3 times a day I carried her (70 pounds) up and down the stairs and held her up to do her business. To add to this we lived in Ann Arbor Michigan so winter was a real hoot. Cherish your puppy.

July 22, 2009 9:25 PM
Lawrence Everett Forbes said...

It's funny how they expand one's capacity for...just about everything. I cherish her more than I ever thought was possible and am grateful for every breath she takes.

July 23, 2009 10:53 AM

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