So. Our stories begin.
Let's set the scene. It's my birthday party. Ten girls are sitting around the outdoor table, eating from two large bowls of strawberries and cherries.
We decide to walk down to the park for a while. When we return, Logan is standing up on the table, with a noticeably pink-tinged mouth, next to the empty bowls of cherries and strawberries. Naughty dog.
Monday, December 14, 2009
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