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Sunday, November 1, 2009
Judy & Misty
Just as sweet as ever, Misty ran up to each of us. I like to think that she remembers all the nights she spent on our bed and how attached we grew to her. I'm prejudiced, but she seemed to be the most beautiful dog there.
Just as sweet as ever, Misty ran up to each of us. I like to think that she remembers all the nights she spent on our bed and how attached we grew to her. I'm prejudiced, but she seemed to be the most beautiful dog there. 
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