Dogs and debates

No matter how much I trust them, sometimes I stand at the door worrying that the dogs have roamed too far, maybe fallen in a hole, maybe stirred up a wild thing. And then they come home, shimmying a little because the wind excited them and they know I’m at the door. And for some reason, those were my emotions during the third presidential debate last night. #hehastinybutdangerousclaws

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