Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The heartbreaking fact is...

I don't think my boxer would survive if I didn't go home to visit him.
Just so we are clear, he is at my parents house living with them and our two Bassets Flash and George; not by himself. I went home to drop off my clothes and food items that I had purchased while with Neeko and Wiley, and he was so excited to see me. Poor guy, you should have seen his face when I left. Peeking out of the vertical blinds, made a girl not want to go to work. 
At least I am home for a few day's before I go to visit Sammie. I see sleeping on the floor (mostly because he has kicked me off of my bed) in my near future. 

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