they say it's such a shame to be an unhappy person, an unhappy person

i met this guy on my way from the fox mountain! he had three mongrels with him - mother, father, and their son! the mother was carrying a huge bone! when i was shooting his dogs he asked me to give him some printed photos! he said he didn't have a phone, so we arranged to meet tomorrow around 2 pm by the bridge over vonyuchka-river (aka botanichka aka zoologuichka aka pekhorka)! he noted that he didn't have a watch though, so he'd take an alarm clock with him.

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now in mock but genuine destress she exclaimes, now who cares about me? who'd give a fuck about me? nawbody cares about me! and she throws her hands up in mock but genuine destress. and i should fall forward like a wave and take her both hands and look her in the face with mad pity and affection and wisper, nobody! nobody cares about you! my dear, my honey. but instead i don't and that moment is lost forever, lost. it's lost, awwww. damn, it's lost. ok it's lost already, easy now just let it go

assorted dog post with an emphasis on bones

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this picture only looks so miserable. in fact it has a lot of interesting detail:

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ok now i'm going to abstain from posting for as long as i can hold out. because i took a vacation to read books you know rather than post dog pictures you know. and for those interested in photography i should note that working with RAW gives you a whole dazzling lot of advantages in the way of improving poorly exposed/color-fucked-up pictures. but it increases the processing time by about the same degree. so there. be well. send my regards. last word, last word, it's my last word in a long t...