Brrrrrrr. Love it. Joan’s thinks that if she’s cold, I must be cold, too. But, it’s not so. Give me your chilly whipping wind from the North, a blast of Antarctica, a big splash of rain from what’s left of the Polar Caps. Yeah. Cold rain and ice are my solace.
Best wishes, Juno
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I just found your blog while researching for a science project, Juno. I started reading earlier entries and... lost msyself. It was so nice and refreshing to simply take in the simple, uncomplicated observations of a wise old dog, and forget about all the little things that naggle at the back of your brain and perpetually upset you.
Keep up the amazing work, my friend.
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