In return, she serves as my muse.
Our relationship is complicated.
We call her "Somewhere the Impervious" because in a year's time she attacked a wolf, was hit by a mini van, and bitten by a hobo spider. |
When people inquire about her breed... |
We tell them "Baby Deer." |
It was a year before I noticed her crooked nipple. It makes me laugh uncontrollably to this day. |
Somewhere Under The Inkwell has nothing necessarily to do with Somewhere The Impervious. The dog simply demanded that, if I were going to use her name, I devote a page to her.
Muses can be such divas.
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