There are puddles everywhere. It is so nice to put my feet in the water and to drink the fresh, fallen rain which sounds like a million feet on the roof at night.

Daddy’s got me always attached to a long red leash. So I can’t run or slide or fall on my side. Or chase Honey and put her face in my mouth. Because I love her.

The limp is getting better. I keep telling him. The limp. It’s getting better already, Daddy.

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