Man's Best Friend
When the Pres' friend came to do some work in our yard, the man's best friend came along for the ride. For a while Willow, the two year old Lab mix, sat next to me on the nearby stairs as we watched the
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But when her master was done and the equipment was shut off, she immediately jumped back into his pick-up, waiting patiently for him to finish talking to the Pres.
Well, she waited patiently for a while, then it was as if she was saying, "Uh, Dad...Mom is going to be annoyed if we come home late again!" It was shortly after that bark that Larry left.
And that's what friends are for.
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