My right paw after his chicken and rice breakfast.

The separation is too much. I’m in the recliner dude is not even a foot away on the loveseat.
Will spend Father’s Day together originally the plan was bass fishing.
Yet three months ago my rotten soldier ate something probably in the back yard who knows, and has to take Panacur.
Three doses once daily of three powder packs mixed with wet food over i think it was ninety days to kill the parasites.
Thursday the reminder showed up on my phone to start this last round of meds Friday.
So plans change because of my golden shit head and we stay close so he can use the yard.
I jokingly told my boy twenty one as he is getting ready to go bass fishing this morning.
Dunc and dad are enjoying the $250 Father’s Day present the furry dude gave me vet bill and medicine.
Twenty one though did put new line as a Father’s Day gift on my Daiwa spinning reel in preparation for fishing.

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