
Warmer week. Everything revolves around the weather. Summer's ornamental grass hangs in there all winter, soft plumes of flowering grass heads. Softening on the idea of a new puppy, not to replace Kintu, but to add spice to the pack. Has only been a couple months since Kintu expired. Worry that the more Basenjis with whom we live only increases the chances of one dying, but luckily, nothing I ever imagine happens. The world is far stranger than anything imaginable.
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