The Great Explorer

We don’t take Riley on neighborhood walks any more, because she can’t walk too far without getting winded, and her labored breathing makes the neighbors look at me like I’m a terrible dog mommy. But we do wander about the property and circle around the house. Riley’s become particularly interested in a half-dead bush near the corner of the house — don’t know if it’s the fox’s new pee-post or if the feral cat has been bedding down under there, or something worse that doesn’t bear thinking about.

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