My stinkheads (its a name for our dogs that Danny started a long time ago and it kinda just stuck) are going to the groomer tomorrow for haircuts. Today fluffy. Tomorrow not.
This is Hanks favorite spot to sit and watch the squirrels outside. He is growing so fast that he no longer fits on the arm of the couch, one leg has to go on the table. Pretty soon I think he will have to find a new spot.
by Christine Pocratsky
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