It's only mid-May and the poor dog is already parking herself on the cement floor of the garage to stay cool. Soon she'll begin her daily pilgrimage to the stream behind our house for a refreshing swim. She knows that all she has to do is look at us with those big brown eyes and we'll forgive her for being wet and stinky. And drooly.
Travelingjenny
Navigating the hilly terrain of motherhood
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