We were out in the overgrown pasture just now. I was wandering around thinking about freedom and the dogs were doing what dogs do.
All of a sudden, I looked up, and there was Bambi— heading straight toward me! He changed course when he saw me. I hollered, “Missy!” She came a-runnin’ and headed off in Bambi’s direction. Rocky followed.
Bambi still has his spots but he’s grown a lot since I’d last seen him. He’s almost as tall as I.
Here are the questions of the morning:
Is Bambi free?
Are the dogs?
And, what did you do before 9am this morning? I hope it wasn’t anything metaphysical!