Jameson and I walked up to the grocery store this evening. It took twice as long as it should have because he stopped walking any time a truck drove by. On the way back, we went over to see this scraper that has been by the side of the road for a week. Jameson was in heaven, showing me the dirt and metal and chains. The only way to get him to leave was the promise of yogurt at home.
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