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As I've said, we rent the upper story of a Victorian house. Currently a gentleman with "a very handsome yellow dog," as my true love describes him, rents the bottom half.
Our entry door is right next to one of the downstairs bay windows, the one facing the street and the driveway. Sometimes when I come home at a certain time of day, this is what I see if I glance to the right:
Happy Love Thursday, everyone. I hope -- and expect -- that love waits for you, too, one way or another.
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Awww, how cute. In Tokyo there is a statue of a little dog somewhere in the city, meant to commemorate a little dog who stood waiting for his owner every single day, even when the owner died he kept coming and waiting. I'm sure others would know this story better but I was reminded of this when I saw your post.
Posted by: bonggamom | March 08, 2007 at 11:30 PM
Awww, true devotion.
Happy LT.
Posted by: Pastormac's Ann | March 09, 2007 at 01:07 AM
Ohhhhh, that is SO sweet.
Posted by: Mom2One | March 09, 2007 at 06:25 AM