Tuesday, July 14, 2015

September 3, 1899

Bisbee. 

This morning I sat in front of my office and saw a dog trotting over. I held out my hand for the puppy and gave it some jerky to eat. I brought the puppy with me over to the cafe and Bree joined me upstairs in my apartment as I continued to feed the puppy. 

“She came up to me at the office and looked hungry…” I told her. 

“Numpty, I am Breezy! Oooooh you my favorite hound of all!” Bree clapped her hands and I chuckled as she looked around. “This nice here Trin.” 

We continued to play with the puppy and then headed outside. the puppy made a mess in the office and I chuckled as she claimed her territory. We played with the puppy and then I joked that the puppy might claim the bank as her own too.

After a while I went back to the office with the dog and rested there before the dog wandered off. 

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