These pictures don't show any great adventure, just a middle-aged red dog on a very old gold couch taking a nap in the sunshine. He just looked so content. Watching him nap makes me feel content, too. And a little jealous. It reminds me of this song I heard in Germany by a singer/ guitarist named Reinhard Mey. In translation, "There are days, I just wish, I were my dog."
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