Tomorrow is my
Uncle Phil's 101st birthday. We think. One of our
taste testers, Jackie, threw a party for him, but he fell and was in the hospital for the big event. They are hoping to try again this weekend.
It's not that I don't love to see the fam, but there's a five dog minimum at these things (not pictured, Leo, the sweet and hyper yellow lab), and the dogs are usually a hoot and a half.
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| Oilver Twist, aka, "Carmel Corn" |
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| Bob, who has not been the same since the little "Creature" above was added to the family |
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| Sassy, the only girl, in the arms of Steve |
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My main man, Roscoe, trying to keep a civil tongue in his head
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| Explains why Sassy is stronger than bigger dogs. Bob is not pleased |
