While I was walking Mr. Hunter at the dog park this morning I was trying to think of the human equivalent to this glorious place. All the dogs happily romping through the fields, sniffing and peeing. Excitement visible all around. Where can humans feel such joy. Walking up to a stranger sniffing their butts, drinking pee water from a puddle, eating poo. Okay, maybe it's a good thing there isn't a human equivalent after all.
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HA! Yes, I am glad there isn't as well.
Happy Hunting Grounds! :)
Sounds like when I go camping.
Too much info Kurt. Glad to see you made it back home undead. Hows the zine coming? Was the trip inspirational?
Halifax ,West Yorkshire,On A Saturday Night!
Work on the zine continues. One isn't always sure where inspiration comes from.
I've lived in many places where people do that actually :p
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