Vela Von is digging it……..
The Little House ain’t been around long but a routine is already being established. Routines are comforting. I drug up an old red plastic chair that has been sun bleached to a dusty pink and it sits in the corner of the 6′ porch. Every evening about dusk we grab a coupla cold beers and head for the front porch. The beers go in two mis-matched coozies and I set ’em on the porch railing and I rear back in that cheap chair and get comfy. Vela Von alternates between doin’ dog stuff out in
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