That’s my dog. That’s not my house.
That’s my dog. That’s still not my house.
That’s still my dog. That’s not my house.
Apparently the treats are better next door.
Wonderings (and wanderings) from a windy isle and what I knit along the way.
I hear your neighbour is quite taken with visiting black dogs lately. I’d keep an eye on her. I’d almost be willing to bet she has dog beds inside, all ready for them!!
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LOL – I’m a little worried about that. She said he was barking to come in. 😂
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Vera says that he comes over to visit and then barks insistently to be let in. Gotta love him.
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