Herself is feeling a bit out of sorts in a vague, indefinable, "I need to go for an evening walk" sort of way. She's deriving consolation from the small dogs, who are terrible company for strolling around the block but are nevertheless good companions when a bit of warmth and soothing fur is needed.
A dog has one aim in life... to bestow his heart. ― J.R. Ackerley
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