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We are all limping into October

September’s come and gone, and everybody’s limping.

It must be bird season.

By the time we got home yesterday Ace was carrying a hind leg. I’d pulled a cactus ball out of his foot earlier in the day and he seemed fine. I hope he just has a sore foot.

If not, Jem’s ready to go. But Jem’s always ready to go even if he’s limping. I don’t hunt him every day anymore and he hates that. When I leave him at home he just stares at me and while I know it’s for the best I still feel guilty.

Spot used to make me feel the same way. She’d wait eagerly at the door, ready to load in t...

 

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