Jack was the look-out as I picked Wendell’s rhubarb yesterday……
While I took rhubarb..
Poor doggie today…Jack can’t decide whether he’s going or coming ’cause I have the door open…..first spring he’s been here …..actually he’s going out one door and in another, most times with a stick or shell(from my seashore stash),,,checking to see me and off again…I feel the same way……
pastimespei 
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