A sunny Sunday morning in deep winter, Duncan sits on the bed. He is "pouting" because we are getting ready to leave for a luncheon date and he's pretty sure he won't be going with us. While trying to look sad, he spies a squirrel in the backyard and it holds his attention long enough for me to run and grab my camera. The low sunbeams that filter through the window blinds have produced light stripes across Dunc's black fur. Voila - zebra dog!
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