Wednesday, May 27, 2015


Believe me, this is the best I could do. She's terrified of the camera. But Wren's back, neck and skull are caked with a thick dark stinky gleam, picked up rolling in the grass today on our walk. I wasn't fast enough to stop it.

She was exuberant on the rest of the walk.

Now she is not.

And now she's bedraggled, and lying on my foot. I can smell a spot on the top of her head that I missed but I am going to ignore it and wonder this instead:

Is she right-handed? how come she always gets the most goo on the right side of her body?

She is now damp and sad but would do it again.

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