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I walk my dog a lot, you see twice a day, long walks with me she likes her breaks to stop and *** on every other place that bears a mark could be every thing in any green space, or park, roadside grass, curb sign post; thirty times or more a most. But she is more special than that, she pulls with the heart of a champion at the leash or harness, she as one gear forward fast, her four paws calloused, brace like a storm is in her face, she is game like, that is the norm, her shoulders lean in and her chest opens up she is ten years old and behaves like a 22 pound pup, That is my dog. that is my girl. Most days of the year we have no white stuff on the ground, Truth be told rain by the bucket will be readily found, Spring rains, lead to summer showers, autumn falls both leaves and drops of water, winter moves and the call is the same, what a shame more rain, with out any snow we can't go and purchase a sled so in the end that is, me in tow behind; this man's best friend, my dog. MUSH!
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
My Sled Dog
I walk my dog a lot, you see twice a day, long walks with me she likes her breaks to stop and *** on every other place that bears a mark could be every thing in any green space, or park, roadside grass, curb sign post; thirty times or more a most. But she is more special than that, she pulls with the heart of a champion at the leash or harness, she as one gear forward fast, her four paws calloused, brace like a storm is in her face, she is game like, that is the norm, her shoulders lean in and her chest opens up she is ten years old and behaves like a 22 pound pup, That is my dog. that is my girl. Most days of the year we have no white stuff on the ground, Truth be told rain by the bucket will be readily found, Spring rains, lead to summer showers, autumn falls both leaves and drops of water, winter moves and the call is the same, what a shame more rain, with out any snow we can't go and purchase a sled so in the end that is, me in tow behind; this man's best friend, my dog. MUSH!
I know it is summer but this is a 365 day experience for me!
darrell-wade-elverum
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
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