Clyde is getting upset when he's seeing people with guns. Or its maybe the shell of pastis of some hunters who latest at 14:00 h can not see the difference of a duck or a heron. So I don't with Clyde for a walk on sundays and we are spending a relaxed day in the garden next to the BQ.
Instead Of Letters, I'm Writing This Blog.
A picture may say more then thousand words,- language is still the tool of thoughts.
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