On Saturday, the local Humane Society was having a dog walk event at the mall, hoping to show off some of the dogs and get them adopted. Braden and I volunteered to help walk the dogs. There was a perfect fox terrier, named of course. . .Foxy. He walked Foxy the entire time, but didn't have a problem when it was time to say goodbye. He was most fascinated in the "accidents" that kept happening.
Spending the weekend in the 1800's
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