Yesterday we had another episode of exploding-butt-syndrome. When Marty and Lyle got home from work, SOMEONE had left poop on the floor. I tried to blame my raccoon, but I am not sure they were buying it. And when we went outside my butt kept exploding. But other than that I feel great. Navidson got to bring Dan over and we hung out. Navidson and I have a much better time at the house than at the park. We were CRAZY dogs! I want him to come up to the farm to play, and Dan said "maybe", but I think that means no.
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