So my mom decided that she could use a new dog. I mean, we do have the oh-great-ancient dog (she's eight) that is as much a part of our family as the rocking chair I was rocked in. But you can always use an extra dog, right? Especially when she's cute and tiny, looks like a small fox, and wiggles when she's happy. Too bad the previous owners didn't mention her addiction. We've got her down to a pack day. Being a dog, the whole cold turkey thing was just too confusing. Turkey, dog. Huh?
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That is a cute dog. I can understand why she's a keeper. How's the wedden'? We'll see you when you get back.
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