This dog has taken his role as cleaner-upper after meals waaaaaay too far. This is how I found him after I put Piglet down for nap. Just sitting there nonchalantly. "What?" he asks.
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Things happen to me, I write about them. Sometimes it's sweet, usually it's snarky. This blog is the true story of what happens when two adults and a bad beagle live in a house with two toddler boys. Take the whole bunch and transplant them in Georgia. Think you can handle all that suspense and excitement? Join us. Never teach a pig to sing. It wastes your time and annoys the pig.
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