Reblogged from The Sir Letters:
My Dear Protective Sir,
One word: Maisy.
You had me scared of your poor, defenseless, old neighbor lady before I ever got to Australia. Then I caught her watching me: and watching me - always watching me.
Once I went out in the backyard to do something, and poor Maisy made a beeline for me. I had no idea she could get around that quickly.
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Published on January 22, 2014 05:57