He is ALWAYS under foot.
He chooses to go outside right before I feed Alice and then proceeds to throw himself on the door when I can't let him in. Every. Time.
He barks at the mail person.....every day.
He loves his man.
And his baby.
He is sweet.
He is 'well loved'. ;)
He is ours.
And as crazy as he makes us, I couldn't imagine life without him.
Until next time...
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