Monday, October 08, 2007

 

Who needs a maid?


Angie and I made a deal that I'd make a Daily Dillons Run if she'd take care of some laundry I'd been working on. She folded it while I was gone but hadn't put it away yet when Harley grabbed a bone nub (one end of a raw hide bone) and stretched out on a stack of my t-shirts.

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