Doggie Dreams

Are Like Wool Socks in Winter

By Canute LimariderPublished 25 days ago • Updated 24 days ago • 1 min read

Jemma against me

Chasing frisbees in her sleep

Pillow for my toes

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Canute Limarider

I'm a writer, cyclist, bassist, reader, retired USAF pilot w/ 3 masters' degrees & a $5 spot. With the latter, I can easily afford a 12 oz. coffee. Woot! Woot!

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