we had a dog show up on our porch and had fun with him all day. he looked like a much bigger, brown sally. the humane society was full and asked if we could keep him for the day. he was easy. low key. we walked him to the vet clinic to see if he had a microchip. three kids. three big dogs.
(jerry was admittedly and understandably cranky that i was taking his picture instead of helping him)
as we crossed old highway 81, turned to me and said, “i bet one day we’ll look back and call this our ‘dog phase’.”
i bet he’s right.
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“charlie brown” as i called him went home in the afternoon. it turns out he lives only a couple blocks away.