Sunday, May 1, 2011


"Orion sit."
He sits.
"Good sit."
I pass him a treat.

"Orion speak." I wave my hands wide, an impromptu gesture since his sit looks an awfully lot like a talking mouth.
He looks confused.
He tilts his head back to look at me.
I feel something bounce off my leg.

I burst out laughing and pick up the piece of kibble that must not have made it all the way down.

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