Yesterday we went on a walk in the hills around our maisonette. St. Victoire was lookin' pretty spectacular:
About a third of the way through the walk, we met two dogs, who followed us and chased anything we would throw (well, one chased anything we would throw, and the other kept trying to get the first one to wrestle). I guess being so friendly with strange dogs was a mistake, because...
They followed us home.
And the black lab ran out on the roof to chase peacocks.
And then our visitors waited outside the door, hoping we'd let them come in and play.
Is the universe trying to send us a message? And if so, is it A) adopt a dog or B) don't talk to strangers' pets?
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