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I think these pictures make it pretty clear that I’ve won the doggie jackpot. Carm and Bubba are amazing. How lucky am I that they came to live with me?

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Paula and Judy have been friends since they sat in Sr. Angelina’s kindergarten class together. How much more can you want in life than a friend who’s known you that long and still thinks you’re great?

All signs indicate this little boy will get everything he wants on Christmas Day.

Sequel decided the safest place to be at Christmas to make sure his gift got delivered was actually IN Santa’s lap. 

And no amount of snow will stop us.

It took massive quantities of drugs, more patience than I ever thought I possessed and a dog who refused to be anything but good natured no matter how little sleep she got or how much we poked and prodded her. But it is now official. Blondie no longer spends 23 out of 24 hours every day sneezing and snorting. Praise the lord!