Outside this morning with Bella reminded me of how much she has grown. Nibbling on the acorns that have just begun to fall, a stranger asks how old she is and is surprised when I say two years old. My perpetual puppy is anxious like me, cuddly, neurotic, and playful. Right now she is beside me on the couch. Possessively gnawing on her bone. This is her favorite pastime. Her neurosis will keep her exactly like this for hours. Just another Saturday morning...
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