don’t fence me in.

Date January 4, 2013

She was sitting on her haunches, a ragged bundle of white fur surrounded by chain-link.  I saw her across the gravel drive on Church Street, the summer sun hot and fierce and her without any shade for respite. 

I had to have her.

So, Daddy went to pick her up for me and she got to ride in the Wonder Bread van.


I think she’s happy here.

She has to be, I guess. 


She and I just aren’t meant for fences.


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