is sitting in the middle of the backyard barking at the sky, or more specifically, a crow sitting on a powerline pole. Now the other dog is barking because, while it's not raining, the yard is wet, she is unhappy, and wants to be let in.
At least the first one isn't jumping up above the fence today.
The cat, meantime, is on my blanket on the bed, still unmade, mainly because I don't want to disturb him. It's very fluffy and he's very comfortable.
| Unshelved | by Bill Barnes and Gene Ambaum |
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