Just as Cousin Annie is the only person who'd send me a photo of the bubble-eyeball in her cappuccino, I believe she's the only nut person who would send this photo of her dog, Bob:
Uh, yeah, thanks for the photo of your BobDog, Annie.
Having eventually emerged from the unexpected, snow-filled dip in the ground level, I now understand why Cousin Annie has to rinse Bob in warm water and blow him dry after he plays outdoors.
That Bob!
Thou wilt shew me the path of life: in thy presence is fulness of joy; at thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore. ~Psalm 16:11
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