“If you ask me what I came to do in this world, I, an artist, will answer you:
I am here to live out loud.” ~ Émile Zola
before the escape (snapseed)
Wally was enjoying the warm sunset in the green grass while I did the dishes. I went out to throw away the recycling. I found his lead with the collar attached, but no Wally. I ran for the street. Fortunately, my super sweet neighbors three doors down – across the street – had caught him. He’d decided to go play with their little Italian Greyhound. Scared me to death. <reconsiders the outrageous price of fencing> I’m so thankful he crossed the street safely and came back to live with me.
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