happiness: a dog in a convertible
This afternoon, we discovered that there was no Coca-Cola in the house (tragic!). So Dad and I loaded up the dogs into the Beamer and took a ride to his office, which had vending machines so we could avoid avoid breaking the Sabbath. The dogs were in heaven.
1 comment:
This is such a different kind of post compared to what you've been posting for the last 2 years. But equally poignant and memorable . . . in a sweet kind of way. :) Psyched to see you next month!
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