It is official—the dog sitter is cheating on us. "I love you, Tully," she said, stroking my back and rubbing behind my ears. I believed her. I even put up with it when the sitter confessed her love to Diva. Today's photo tells the truth: the dog sitter is in love with a horse. On top of that, she is pretentious. "Il baccio" is a label useless to anyone who isn't Italian. I am doubly betrayed.
DIVA sings . . .
"Happy pre-birthday to you,
Happy pre-birthday to you,
Happy pre-birthday, dear Mom,
Happy pre-birthday to you!"
I love you so much, Mom! I would lick you and lick you and lick you on your birthday! I would lick you every day, if I could!
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