Dangerous Compassions

train psychic

This afternoon I took a luxurious nap then was woken up by the txt I was waiting for.

A’s dogs are getting used to us.  Or are we getting used to them?  Mutual, I guess.  Yesterday I called the smallest of the dogs “Pretty-pretty.”  She is kind of nice.

I like our bed more now that we have the big fluffy blanket on it.  That blanket was a hell of a good idea.  We combed Ross until we found the best one.  And the dark blue is not too dark.

Other day Ming predicted 75 cars on a passing train and we counted 74.  I was amazed at his skills.  It was fun to watch the train pass.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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