Roman Dog

The life of a Roman dog, as told by Roman, the dog.

Friday, September 23, 2005

I Live in the Now

Me and Max, enjoying our final weekend together before he moves to his new home in Tampa. I'd say I was going to miss him, but I'm a dog - and I forget whatever is out of sight. For example, my master went to the store and when he got back 15 minutes later, I was so happy to see him. Reason: I forgot he existed until he walked back in the door.

So farewell, Max - I'll remember you next time I see you.


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