In the glow of an orange sunrise Dogs don’t care, They bark out loud and tumble In a smoking lounge Of bad air. While I worry if tomorrow Will be the same.
Molly isn’t playing dead in this shot, instead, she is grinding her back into the sand, usually in an area that has piqued her smell buds. She does this dance every time she’s on the loose, or on leash.
Not all socks are to be worn, some need to be tugged as demonstrated by Molly (left) and Teddy. Photo taken yesterday with a cell phone.
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