Anyway, we get home and I made the mistake of going under the deck. Old habits die hard. So dad decides he has to wash my feet. As you can see, I don’t care for it too much. Again, I think mom made him do it, it’s surprising I love her so much.
And then, they found this. Can you believe it, it was outside our gate. Dad thought it might need a drink, so he put it in our bird bath. He did let it go, but I got a little worried. It seems that they like to bring home strays. Oh well, after walks, we do naps. So I have to go.
Happy day,
Love Quigley, and Annie who is already asleep
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