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Immediately upon arriving back to our cabin after a hard hike this weekend, the dogs cashed out - dead to the world, you can look at me and call my name, but I'm not moving, please don't make me - cashed out. Jess was complaining to me about how "low their batteries are getting", how "it's time to get a puppy", how "we need dogs with a little more energy", and how "old dogs are boring".
That was 15 minutes before this picture...
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Busted!!!
Posted by: Allyson | May 20, 2008 at 12:20 PM
that is hilarious... can't wait to actually see the cabin... and perhaps a new puppy????
Posted by: Savanna | June 05, 2008 at 04:15 PM