I have returned from yet another exciting visit with my Aunt and Uncle in England. Three week old puppies were running around, as well as one, Sousa, left from the litter which I helped produce at Christmas. They feed the barf (bones and raw flesh) diet, and even the little ones were chowing on mince!
As soon as my trained pulled into the station, Juli, Jason, and Izzy were waiting there to pick me up and whisk me off to the finest eating establishment known to Gueret; Flunch. Joining us were "Dirty Darren" Mains, and his parents, who didn't seem surprised in the least to discover their son's new nick-name. Our little vicar...
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