Which smells worse ... (a) Me after a run, or (b) Elly's every day breath? It's a toss up.
With the un-be-liev-able orange sunrise at the top of the hill, the train whistle in the distance (which I love) and the three neighborhood kids who are always out and provide me with a sweet chorus of "hellos" on the way out of the neighborhood and on my way back in, it was a good one out there this morning.
Not a winning day for Elly, though, huh? Not only did I not take her with me today, but I also bagged on her breath. But, she welcomed me back with a big ol' up-close-and-personal burp while I was stretching. Good doggie.
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