Friday, March 4, 2016

Snow Pee

It's late, but we're finally done packing for our trip. I coax the dog downstairs and into the strangely bright night for her final walk just as the first flakes begin to swirl against the streetlights.

We go to her favorite tree in silence through the empty, quiet streets. After she's done peeing, she spins right around to walk home, and the snow starts to cover her as we make our way back.

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