And we go back to Tea in the Sahara, because I *finally* got all of the rig out of the shot and added more sky.
Yeah. Added more sky.
I love my computer.
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So. Gardener didn’t latch the gate. Again. Colette ran off this morning, the minute she saw the way to freedom. Like she does.
It was a fucking awful start to the day.
And then my neighbors stepped in and reminded me that not everyone is hideous. They herded her home and shut her in the backyard. Because they all know the White Dog is our dog and that she likes to go on adventures. I am now officially referring to them as my local dog militia. My neighborhood may be borderline ghetto, but the neighbors are some of the best people I have ever known.
Truly humbling to get such a gift.