White Dog and I did not go to the State Fair. A morning at the Bosque chasing rabbits and stalking geese left her eye-blinkingly sleepy. I'm just not fond or crowds or the conglomerate of carnival food smells.
Instead we shredded beef for barbacoa (and nibbled some samples). We enjoyed the tawny richness of September afternoons (as experienced in our yard. We offered solace and soft fur as a hedge against Christine's teen-aged angst. We studied modern management techniques--actually White Dog napped.
Again, as so often, just we two, we watch the world through the window. White Dog and I--totally in the moment.
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