Been awhile since I wrote anything, I guess. It's been pretty wearing. I'd forgotten how hard it is, having to do all the sheep-chasing oneself. I suppose it's good for me, for the body if not the soul, but I miss the help as much as I miss the company. After thrashing him, the kid's dad made him pay me, but while I suppose it contributes to the new-dog fund it's a tiny fraction of the money, time, and emotion invested in Fly.
.......Falling asleep......Wasn't there something I was going to write about? Besides exhaustion? And needing a new dog, if only to prevent total insanity?
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