...and I've got my clothespin in my mouth, again. It's a clothespin, mom's mascara or a marker that's my wing-man. They go on walks, in the bath, to breakfast, in the car...you name it, one of them is in my hand at all times. They are a perfect fit for my grip:)
It was a bit chilly this morning but mom bundled me up and stuffed me in the wagon for a nice morning walk with dad and all 5 dogs. Buddy and Nelly invited Moe, Sasha and our pseudo adopted dog, "Monroe". We named him after Marylin because of his mole on his snout :) Good dog, but also a fan of Buddy's humping club. Poor Buddy.
...and I've got my clothespin in my mouth, again. It's a clothespin, mom's mascara or a marker that's my wing-man. They go on walks, in the bath, to breakfast, in the car...you name it, one of them is in my hand at all times. They are a perfect fit for my grip:)
It was a bit chilly this morning but mom bundled me up and stuffed me in the wagon for a nice morning walk with dad and all 5 dogs. Buddy and Nelly invited Moe, Sasha and our pseudo adopted dog, "Monroe". We named him after Marylin because of his mole on his snout :) Good dog, but also a fan of Buddy's humping club. Poor Buddy.
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