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Right next to the hare is a whole forest, where there’s enough grass to eat till your heart’s content. But no, it has to come to a little patch where the toothy dog lives, and eat his grass.

By the way, this bald patch along the fence has been trampled by the dog specifically in anticipation of the hare. And right now, he’s sound asleep. The dog, that is. The hare is munching on Yuka’s grass.

Incidentally, it seems that at night this hare visits Yuka in her dreams where they pleasantly spend time together. Otherwise, how do you explain why he barks in his sleep and kicks his legs? Yuka, not the hare.

my 27th attempt at oil painting a rural landscape

The main problem with walking Yuki after 8 is not stepping on a frog in the dark.

Masha regularly receives fairly standard spam from universities. Today, for instance, we received a postcard that really looks like it was handwritten. Not even by a robotic hand or a plotter, but directly with a pen and hand. Interesting, such effort must be worth it.

You never know who you’ll meet while walking with Yuki

Walking my dog tonight. Who we met on the trail

Yuka had been stalking a rabbit in the backyard for a week, and today Yuka was fortunate, though it seems the rabbit was not. The rabbit had the sense (or whatever it has) to climb over the fence from a safe territory full of grass to a closed area with snapping jaws. Maybe it believed that after so many days they were already friends. Likely, in that minute while Yuka entertained the rabbit, it took a significant beating. Eventually, it squeezed into a crack where dogs can’t fit. Tomorrow at dawn, I will go check if it survived and escaped or survived and didn’t escape. Yuka seems to be spending the night in front of the closed backyard door.

UPDATE: This morning we cannot find the rabbit, nor can Yuka. I hope it’s doing well.

The dishwasher decided to cut off a piece of the glass goblet. The top centimeter