tuban_muzuru on Nostr: I lived with a carbon copy of Summer: his name was Bosco. Phoenix, every morning, ...

I lived with a carbon copy of Summer: his name was Bosco. Phoenix, every morning, before sunrise, we would bounce the tennis ball until Bosco was worn out, at which point I would get him a bowl of ice chips and water and he would eat/drink the whole thing.

Bosco was a good boy, most of the time. Of his Excursions into Badness I will remain silent, for Bosco slept in my bed and for most of his life hadn't been properly managed. But he obeyed me and enjoyed it.

For Balls were his desire, whole and entire. Bosco the Deug.