When It was Hot

 

When It was Hot

In the summer months, Rubio and I would walk for blocks and blocks all around our neighborhood. If somebody had put a bucket full of water on the sidewalk, Rubio would drink some of it and then put his paws inside the bucket. He’d shake himself and we’d keep on walking, with his long black and blond tail up in the air. 

 

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