friday || bath time

day 188 

the dog and i walk early, chasing our shadows and scaring the frogs
he loads up old blue with prunings from the yard
and heads to the dump, while i clean the house
i find the dog all curled up on the bed and my heart melts
his tail wags and as i lay beside him for a few minutes and listen to the birds
later i see he is taking an afternoon bath and i can't resist his sweetness