There’s a beautiful and well-known line from Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse-Five that I’ve been muttering to myself since I first read that particular book way back in high school.
Nice picture. Apparently your dog infers nothing from the turtle shell, just that it is not a snack and, feeling but a fleeting, mild disappointment, sprints back into the wind for something at which to point.
Nice picture. Apparently your dog infers nothing from the turtle shell, just that it is not a snack and, feeling but a fleeting, mild disappointment, sprints back into the wind for something at which to point.
She's like the wind....🤣