It's no secret that I love dogs. There's something wonderfully joyful and therapeutic about their presence. Every dog that I see has a story, but I'll stumble upon a dog or two that I really want to know. It may be a gaze, a flick of the tail, or an extended paw that greets me. I love that they are so full of trust and wonder.
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When I went to the bank yesterday, I saw this guy. He looked so contemplative and sincere. I wanted to just sit in my car and talk to him, as if we were neighbors in a drive-in theatre.
All I have of him is this picture, and I'm so glad that I do. I can't stop thinking about him and his gaze.
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