In Superior, Wisonsin, out on the penisula, there once was a native american burial ground. It was moved years ago, but it is still a spiritual place. Offerings are made to the ancestors once laid to rest there.
I love Canal Park!
It was a really busy day, Ken and I really worn out. I couldn't even eat my treat bone.
Then my bone and I were put on the floor.
So I crawled into Angie and Kim's bed, only to be used as a foot stool.
But I was so tired, it didn't matter.
Really I was too pooped out to care.
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