Dogs shangri la

the dogs have a sixty foot by twenty-eight- foot play yard
a Shangri-la to jump and chase and play and wallow
So where are they? What are they doing? Are they barking?
Are they romping and chasing? No. They are lying next to me.
So close that I cannot move my lawn chair either direction.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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