It's not really a story, an' while it is meant to be singed, I'm no singer so it's not music. Its definitely not art, so it must be poetry.
Anyway, it's now December and this morning there was a dusting of snow on the pastures after a whole day of rain. Yesterday in the barn, while I lounged in the hay, the sheepies an' I talked about what they'd get me for Christmas...if they could.
*wag, wags*
April
Anyway, it's now December and this morning there was a dusting of snow on the pastures after a whole day of rain. Yesterday in the barn, while I lounged in the hay, the sheepies an' I talked about what they'd get me for Christmas...if they could.
*wag, wags*
April
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Dog (Other)
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