Wyoming Traffic Control
My day was so stupid I hesitate to tell. Buster kept playing out this morning. I found him in the driveway. Then I found him on the lawn. He sticks pretty close to me except when he doesn't. He came in the house this afternoon and settled down beside me. His breaths were shallow and his muscle tone was very loose. I thought that this "was it." and stroked him and told him what a good dog he was and recounted our travels and good times for a good hour. Then I had to pee. So I gently moved him and walked away. Up he bounds ready to go. I was so happy and felt so foolish. But he got some good loving. I didn't lie to him.
Another gorgeous day in God's Country. The swamp cooler didn't get turned on until 4:00. The meter reader for High Plains called per my suggestion and I got Honey in before he came. When I let her out she traced his path exactly with her great nose. She is like Goodie was in that respect.
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