The dark mutterings of a former mild-mannered reporter for a large metropolitan daily newspaper, now living in obscurity in central Indiana.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
A visitor
The black Labrador retriever who lives on the organic cattle farm on the other side of the woods comes to visit now and then.
I first noticed him shortly after we moved in a couple of years ago, He seemed very friendly and was sometimes accompanied by a pup.
He came around this afternoon. I gave him a pat on the head and some encouraging words and he apparently decided to stay awhile.
I just glanced out the back door into the garage and saw him dozing next to the treadmill.
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