We're all looking for new friends these days. Sometimes, they are in surprising places like the ceiling, for instance. The other night Roscoe starting barking and leaping toward the ceiling. Jason and I couldn't figure out what his problem was until we looked up and saw his reflection in the skylight over his head. Roscoe has found a friend, another Weimaraner even, to chat with him each night when the sun goes down. At least this friend is a bit less sneaky than that darn white tailed rabbit that he keeps chasing onto the El tracks right as a the warning bells begin to clang. My little buddy is not quite a city dog yet. Maybe we can find a little poodle to show him the ropes.
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