Another dog

My husband unloaded a dog crate out of my truck for me and set it in the living room.

Every time I walk by, I see it out of the corner of my eye and think Reba or some dog is in there.


But it’s another dog. One that doesn’t make a sound, a mess or has to be let out or feed. I think I’ll keep him. 


😉

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