To whom it may concern

 

 

photo via cindy jerrels

The black dog I hope always to resist, and in time to drive, though I am deprived of almost all those that used to help me…

When I rise my breakfast is solitary, the black dog waits to share it, from breakfast to dinner he continues barking, except that Dr Brocklesby for a little keeps him at a distance…

 Night comes at last, and some hours of restlessness and confusion bring me again to a day of solitude.

What shall exclude the black dog from a habitation like this?

Samuel Johnson

Comments

[Hope]

Wonderfully whimsical! I love a little mystery in life...