DeLee came over for dinner and then we hung out talking. Because we're happening that way. Poor poochie is not feeling so hot so she just snoozed on the sofa.
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| Andy. The center of attention. |
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| Nazca, with fricking lasers. He stuck to the edge of the room. Just outside of it, actually. |
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| My pet-averse husband |
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| Dory. Would not hold still for a picture. Here seen sniffing the woodstove. I guess that's what the kids are into these days. |
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| Olli. With fricking lasers. (Also DeLee) |
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