My very old dog is back home tonight in the City. She has been in the country for several months for a bunch of reasons, but mainly to escape the heat.
She has a very nice life in the country–grass, dirt, trees, more grass, plenty of affection.
But she was raised in the City and home is home. Not just where the heart is, but where the memories of the heart are.
Also a lot of interesting smells.

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