“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
Thatcher and Tagg came over to check him out yesterday. They sure think he's a cutie.
Bandit has one blue eye, and one black eye.
He's doing alright so far.
We lock him in the big dog kennel during the day when we aren't around, and we lock Lucky in there with him at nights, and they sleep together in the dog house.
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