My last day of Summer Break has been laid back. Sewed up my skirt after letting out the side and bottom hem. Yes, I'm getting fat, but taller too. I guess they weigh (ha, ha) each other out. Maybe not. Anyway, I tried to call the veterinarian clinic and got the wrong number. The guy wanted to know who I was calling. I told him, but he didn't understand until a few seconds later because I guess I have never learned to say veterinarian correctly. I say vetanarian. That's what I get for growing up here. Although it is quite humorous and makes for a great story.
Below are pictures of my dog. He got groomed today. It is all his fault I got the wrong number.
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