The York Gallery; Tuesday [ 01/06 ].
Charlotte had been hoping to go with Elizabeth Taylor on a run through the park that morning, but the weather seemed a little iffy, and, well, she did have a completely empty gallery downstairs. So she urged the dog up and they jogged down the stairs, and, soon after, the empty gallery was filled with Charlotte cheerleading Elizabeth Taylor on as they played fetch, bouncing a ball off the walls as Elizabeth Taylor tore after it like a whirling dervish.
Eventually, the cheerleading and the shouts and bounces from Charlotte died down a little although Elizabeth Taylor seemed to have energy to spare, and Charlotte was left wondering where the old girl got it all from.
"Okay, okay, girl," she finally had to say, giving the dog a treat as she drifted toward the desk, to sit down. "Mommy needs to take a little rest now."
A rest that lead into doing some work while she was there, but she'd be back to playing with the dog in just a little bit, she promised.
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Eventually, the cheerleading and the shouts and bounces from Charlotte died down a little although Elizabeth Taylor seemed to have energy to spare, and Charlotte was left wondering where the old girl got it all from.
"Okay, okay, girl," she finally had to say, giving the dog a treat as she drifted toward the desk, to sit down. "Mommy needs to take a little rest now."
A rest that lead into doing some work while she was there, but she'd be back to playing with the dog in just a little bit, she promised.
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