The development of a group identity can often take some time. In two days this group is already showing signs that they will gel splendidly! After playing in various groupings during outside time, we all ended up together in the lilacs by the Big Maple. Unfortunately the compost bin hadn't been turned often enough, leading to the affectionate moniker "The Stinky Cave."
Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tongue, yawns, Rests his chin Carefully between Front paws; Looks up, alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin. - Valerie Worth
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