elsie

She's like that rover thing. You know, the self-propelled vacuum that roams as it pleases, picking up little particles of life that you left behind. That's what she reminds me of. I let her out, and she comes back in with hordes of leave tucked in places unseen. Happily, she shakes off the Minnesota fall and trots her low self over to her food dish. I settle myself into the couch, popcorn and chocolate milk on the coffee table, laptop nestled amongst the blue blanket swimming in my lap. She cozily snuggles herself on my feet, snoring softly to the undertones of 'Scrubs' quietly glowing in the background of the darkened livingroom. Editing images has never been so welcoming.

The joys of watching someone else's dog in someone else's house.