It’s nearly 4.30pm on a warm Thursday afternoon. Bin is asleep on the lounge next to me. Roxie, the mini foxy, has squashed her small frame between my left thigh and the arm of the couch; Olly, the poodle, is nowhere to be seen and a little to quiet for my liking. We’re watching Let them eat cake and I am putting on a smiling, brave face today, like I have all week. I feel like I’m drowning, struggling to keep my head above water.I know it won’t last but it sux nonetheless.
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Honey bear
All it takes is a few clicks of some buttons and I can come to you..I know you are in good hands, but I can wisk you away and get you out of this funk. Just say the word.
Ya need a boofier dog than a mini-foxy or a poodle... you wanna borrow Shelton for a few days? He'd sort them out pretty quickly, and your backyard would never be the same!
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