I hope I get better at this blogging thing as I go along. I have a hard enough time keeping up with my diary which is supposed to somehow give me mental stability. At least "they" say keeping a diary is good for you. It feels like a chore somehow. Mike and I took the dogs down to the river for a walk today. When we sat to rest, Trigger, our Basset Hound, shook his big head and threw slime all over us. Scout, our Beagle, decided the bridge over the river was designed to kill him, tucked tail and had to be pulled over the bridge. What the hell, it's exercise; another thing that is supposed to be good for me.
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