Excuse me, but there seems to be a little red dog at our house. Did I miss a memo?
It seems to have made itself at home.
It wanted to play with me but I ran away. I'm not having any of that.
TJam had better keep that thing away from me.
I mean, look at it. It looks like a womble!
I mean, look at it. It looks like a womble!
I had a little chuckle when TJam clipped herself to the dog tie-out stake instead of the dog.
The recoil was impressive. So was the language.
I came home after everyone had gone to bed.
That worried TJam, I can tell you.
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