Sorry, folks. It's December, remember? Around this time I simply batten down and get on with day to day tasks. Precious little to talk about. A swift check out of my past postings should prove this.
Anyway, I'm more in reading, than writing, mode just now. Hunkering down whilst the weather passes over us. And here's a little something that's given me somewhere to creep off and hide my mind. When nothing else has presented itself as available and distracting.
This is old. It's American. It's about ~ basically ~ a " Pointer ", I s'pose. What the fuck: It's about a Dog. And it's written in a timeless fashion that is probably Out of fashion, these days.
But, read this shit. Imagine trying to read it to ~ let alone having ~ ye kids read it, these days. How many would get it?
From a time when people Knew Shit about the true relationship between Dogs and people. Before the Dog became a fashion accessory. A passing thing. Disposable.
Back, presently .....
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