The day I came home from surgery, Al started acting completely normal again. As a reward we re-instituted his backyard privileges, a place he finds so exciting he feels the need to collapse into the first patch of mulch he finds. Lolling around in it ’til he’s good and caked in a thick layer of dusty splinters, Al gets this expression that if he could talk, would probably sound just like this: “Oh.My.God.OutsideisthebestplaceEVERIneverwanttoleavesurelyyoudon’twantallthis
crapinsidesowhydon’tyouleavemehereandi’llseeyouatbreakfast?”
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Al looks great . How did you ever get that picture with his tongue out
I’m glad that Al is feeling better. How ’bout you?