I love when I am walking and see a dog. The bad part is, right when the dog gets close, its owner pulls it away, so as not to “bother” me. But it’s like, “No, I want to be bothered by your dog!”
I am feeling extra depressed today, so am Just Jotting. Maybe I will go to the coffee shop. Part of my depression is that I’m not getting enough hours at work, but I’m not sure how functional I’d be at work, anyway. I image-searched “sad coffee” and found this:
revivedwriter 
Goldens are the best! 🐶
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A very nice post
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I pay all my attention to the dogs. LOL The people I encounter can offer their names but in my head they are forever, “Cocoa’s Owners” or “Bootsy’s Parents”. I know your pain.
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