Alfie the Dog

It has made me appreciate an adorned life, a decorated romanticized life. It's when you get out of work on a sunny afternoon and feel called by the day to do something sweet and spontaneous. I walked through the streets, stopping to duck my head into the book shop where her friend behind the counter was reading. She had a new book open in front of her, just a few pages in her left hand, and a couple hundred in her right. What are you reading? I asked as I leaned against the open doorway. New book in my series, she said without looking up. Can't talk. But you can pet Alfie before you go. And we could drive to a