Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Pug Love.

In the evenings and once The Littles have gone to bed, The Pug and I have a wee snuggle. The house is quiet except for her snoring and a few random disjointed words from my sleep-talking Little Girls. She is a sweet, endearing pup whose love is infectious (except with Tim who still remains distant and annoyed, worrying The Little Girls greatly. We have many conversations about Daddy's hard heart).

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