My human Grampa Phil came from far, far away to visit this weekend, and although he's gone now he won't soon be forgotten. He brought his wife, my human Grammy Jane, and also carrots. Two of the world's best things, If I do say. He told me that I was obviously the star of this show, and then he gave me a carrot not once but four times (once daily). He requested the special privilege of delivering my dinners, and when FarmWife presumed to attempt to put a carrot into her salad he even went so far as to correct her. "Dear, those are for the mule."
I LOVE THIS GUY!
Ears,
FenBar
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