wild things

By riverroamer

A quick trip between the rain showers to the beach.

There is a dog who lives up the road. Everytime I see him I say 'hello George'. Last week MrRR asked why I called her George when her name was Sally. Neither of us can remember how we 'know' its name. Today her owner was doing some work in her garden so I stopped to chat. It turns out the dogs name is Daisy!

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