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The mountains seem so close today. The air is crisp and clean.
He seems to be a sweet old man. He never barks. After she visits him she'll pee not far from the fence. He watches intently as she does. Then pees on the fence himself. Looks like true love to me.
And this. . . is a house here in the city. And the color! Well it speaks for itself dontcha think? It is a house that sits all by itself, no other neighbors around. And for that we can be thankful. The Christmas lights are up all year. I never see them on during the holidays.
We miss him.
And this!
Just for me!!!
BH will never park here.
See that? That hole? It's a huge hole. You have to navigate this spot. You have to make sure that your right tire goes over those metal covers there. I've gotten stuck in the hole before. Not stuck stuck but you know, sorta stuck.
The metal covers? Yes, they ARE sewer covers! In other words this spot stinks. It does. It smells bad. Like, like, well like sewage.
I don't care that it smells. I don't. It almost always guarantees that this spot is open, and shady, and waiting just for me.
I hope they never fix it.
ps: If I keep my windows closed I suffer no ill effect from the odor. Which is not always present by the way. But mostly is.
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