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Inkblot and Domino are waiting. And waiting. And waiting. For something. I’m not sure what. Probably dinner, though this picture was taken around two in the afternoon, so dinner was a very long way away.
In the meantime, who knows? Maybe someone will come out and do some gardening. Maybe someone will walk their dog on the sidewalk beyond the far wall. Maybe a hummingbird will come flitting around. All sorts of possibilities. And if they wait long enough, dinner will arrive! It always does eventually.
