Several years ago I would select lost pet posters found during my artistic perambulations and send them to a mail art project periocical named pas de chance. They reproduced, in a reduced size, lost pet posters submitted from around the world. The ever-changing issues came with a dog treat biscut and a pet tag glued to the cover of each copy.
Today, just up York Street between Needham and Aberdeen streets, just south of my building, I found a king of lost pet posters, or at least a crown prince. . .
Reminds me of the time I lost a 3-foot garter snake in the basement in our house in Dartmouth. That was a good-sized snake. It was either my sister Ruth or our mother who found "my" snake curled up inside the bottom of the still-warm clothes dryer . . .
Shirt: Burgandy, long-sleeve
loc: com Ctr
temp: 7 C
sound: Tom Waits, Real Gone