A short poem by a Dutchman called Godfried Bomans:
Sitting in front of the window I am so bored.
I wish I were two dogs so I could play together.
So, this strange year with its ups and downs has turned a bright and dark corner. After the fiasco with Romeo, I am now "boss" to two new dogs. Blek, the girly black one, and Dekker, her brother.
There is such happiness in just sitting and watching those two pups, life is so new and so unencumbered for them, and it rubs off on whoever sees them. They are housebroken already, that is: they know not to come in the house. Went to Alco today to buy a doghouse, but the lady was really nice and said that it would be too small for the Lab/St.bernard dog type of mut. So she talked me out of it, but she did have some old pallets she donated to the cause. So in typical style I built something butt ugly, for no money and at least a temporary solution for a permanent problem. It is big enough that I can sleep with them.
Took them to the neighbors' lake, and the lab part cropped out. They are water rats.
I hope to get the St. Bernard part out in the next week and equip them with a beer can container so they can bring refreshments to the field.
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Pieter Los, born in Scotland, raised in the Netherlands, lost in the USA. .