I know that I have to go home and croak out a walk for a long time;
or else the dogs are going to get me; and that’s a bit of a joke about the dogs;
I mean the dogs could get you, you know that, though.
They could get just about anybody;
you know that too, though.
I’m not going to say; what is it that you don’t know.
When I croak out a walk; I don’t want to think about it ; the movement or the pain of the movement; I just want to croak it out; and that’s it.
Hahah. It gives a new meaning to croak.
I also don’t want to think about;
how long it’s going to last; because I know it’s going to end;
and then the next segment is gonna come; and that’s you moving into the moo.
Even when she sasses to your throw; it still works well enough to play; it’s now a splotch throw of slice. I love lemons. As much as chocolate.
I learned it in my old neigh;
the back-up and the ankle point down and where are the hands. A way to rest as you barely walk.