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I'm a dog lover myself. No, really, I should understand. 8.30 am, Midsummer morning, a hard frost. It never ceases to amaze me how dogs tend to get on better than their owners. Here's a scrum of dogs during their regular morning catch-up, their breath as one, and their respective owners in the cold and standing apart; looking on, as though their dogs know something they don't?
© 2009 Mark Rowden. |
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