Why is it dark when we get up and dark when we go to sleep?Why do all these Havanese chase an imaginary squirrel that they remember days ago as if it had the guts to return. Why is that human's pond still bubbling water. It didn't do that last year. Why is it slippery and sometimes it is not?
Why do ice balls like my Havanese pack mates hair but rarely ices on me?
Why do I have to go to the doctor's next week and what is this thing that human put on me?
It's today's moments to ponder and no one does it better than the soul-filled Wasabi.
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