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he’s gone (on a long walk) but don’t worry – any minute now he will come running pitter-patter of little paws around the corner down the street into the house and into my arms and i will say: welcome home puppy, baby, dog i still have his tiny yellow shoes and the water bowl was gathering dust but i’ve replaced it for when he gets tired (and he will get tired) finding his way back home from some kind of imaginary heaven where lost dogs go
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
on a long walk
he’s gone (on a long walk) but don’t worry – any minute now he will come running pitter-patter of little paws around the corner down the street into the house and into my arms and i will say: welcome home puppy, baby, dog i still have his tiny yellow shoes and the water bowl was gathering dust but i’ve replaced it for when he gets tired (and he will get tired) finding his way back home from some kind of imaginary heaven where lost dogs go
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
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