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I will pay you back for putting me in this hat the day I put you in your old age home. You’ve been warned.

I think this could be Snowy’s way of asking me to turn up the heat.

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My cousin Joe and I have been smiling together like this since we were both babies taking naps together while our mothers visited. And now, over sixty years later, we are still smiling together. It doesn’t get much better than this.

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To all the non-believers… here it is. My cousin Joe in Alaska. And they said it couldn’t be done! Oh, and my sister Judy and Joe’s wife, my cousin Mary and me.

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For some reason, the boys would not pose on a pretty pink blanket for Valentine’s Day. But BuddhaBubba had no problems doing so and wishing all those wonderful pets out there the happiest of Valentine Days. And remember, fellow canines, chocolate can kill you so make sure your mom and dad have some dog appropriate treats for you. And to all you humans lucky enough to have a dog or cat or bird or snake or hamster or whatever to hug as your special Valentine, give thanks for how lucky you are to have that much unconditional love in your

Are Uncle Joe and Aunt Mary here yet? Is that Aunt Judy we hear? Where are they? Why is this day taking so long? We’ve already decided who we get to sleep with so let’s get it going… What do you mean that Uncle Joe doesn’t want to sleep with us? We’re adorable. How can he possibly resist, even if he is a Zeccardi male.

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Five seconds before I took this picture, the three dogs were curled up in a tumbled bundle, exhausted after a day of hiking with Karie, snoring contentedly in their buddy’s embrace But the minute they heard my chair move and saw the camera, they shifted away from each other like everyone else’s BO was choking them. It would have been a great picture. But I’ll never be able to prove that.

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You apparently go on vacation and get yourself photographed with a bird on your head. My apologies.

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Family won’t arrive for another week, yet we sit patiently on the stairs and await their arrival… and pray to god that none of the dogs does something in the house that will cause my cousin Joe to run screaming into the night. And YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

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