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| Pardon the litter between his toes. |
wa-wa-wa-women, men, ideas, clothes, gossip, stories, farts, untactfulness, stream of consciousness, randomness. . . from a Texas gal who dreams of being a seashore girl in Costa Rica.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Newest Edition to mi familia
Meet Mr. Dusty. I rescued him from the watermelon shed the next town over. He was dusty when I found him, plus he's gray, and my grandfather's nickname was Dusty. Therefore, with all three wrapped in one. . . I think Dusty is a perfect name.
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