it's cold as trump's eyes but not as gelatinous and dead and the sun shines like love our saving grace.

we saw a lady with a nightstick crossing spider bridge. thankful she said precious to mister.

oh yesterday clark chased two rodents who split off and he followed the right one and dispatched it quick tossing it over his left shoulder and it was you guessed it a rat and then not skipping a beat treed the other, a squirl. i ain't never seed a rat climb a tree and with clark if you can't climb yer ass is grass. 

then i thought, you have to trust your knowing. no one knows the dog like i do.