Thursday, July 5, 2012

Love is a Verb

OK, no photographic proof shall accompany this post (trust me, you do not want it to)...but sometimes, like when they get food poisoning? In the middle of the night? Twice? And several times again in the AM? And some of it on the neighbor's door mat? And no cabs will pick you up on your way to the vet? Well, at times like those...
Bussie, you little stinker (literally), I love you every grammatical which way.

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