Thwarticus

Chronicles of a time traveler.

Watering the dog.

Murphy drank his fill of water, walked off, dropped himself in the other room, turned, and looked over at me.

Seeing the water half gone, I got up to refresh it; and as I returned to my seat, Murphy glanced with kind thanks, for my being so reliable in that regard.

It’s a routine of bonding… watering the dog.

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