our pact 2009 the insistent housefly buzzzzzzz and our deerhound slings me a look slinks down the hall to the walk-in closet eighty-five pounds of scaredy dog hides under hanging clothes and waits panting my job either catch-and-release or smash-and-cringe as soon as the hideous sound ceases she reappears settles on the couch crosses her paws her thank you
That side-eye! Reads: ‘I didn’t sign up for this!’
Exactly! As only a sighthound can do....
Like very much.
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Thank you!
Buzzzzzz. remove and
remove and what?
Adorable.
Oh, she was.