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A walk with Kona

Ran an errand to the other side of town yesterday and let Kona (12 years) tag along, solo, just like old times. We tried to take a walk at one of her favorite places, but she quickly gave up and just wanted to chill. Hard to swallow. For now, I’ll just attribute it to the heat.

kony kona

Then we circled around to our old park and met little Vida, another baby pit-lab mix. Major déjà vu. It was as if Kona was looking in the mirror minus a dozen years. Soberingly awesome:

kona puppy

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