Gibson is never far from me, wouldn't dream of it. As I spend my morning hours in my upstairs office/tack room working on the blog, books, emails and bills he lies down, and waits. Cats walk past. Annie howls for kibble. He doesn't move. I was dancing in the office to that song I just posted (which I have sang drunk more times than sober) and when I yelled out JOHNSON CITY, TENNESSEE!!!! he lifted his head and trotted over. We danced together for a while. And, just in case you were wondering, that is how a woman slays April. The horrible monster is bleeding in a corner for a while.
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Waiting
Gibson is never far from me, wouldn't dream of it. As I spend my morning hours in my upstairs office/tack room working on the blog, books, emails and bills he lies down, and waits. Cats walk past. Annie howls for kibble. He doesn't move. I was dancing in the office to that song I just posted (which I have sang drunk more times than sober) and when I yelled out JOHNSON CITY, TENNESSEE!!!! he lifted his head and trotted over. We danced together for a while. And, just in case you were wondering, that is how a woman slays April. The horrible monster is bleeding in a corner for a while.
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