We’ve picked up enough of the glass, nails and assorted rubble that we finally were able to introduce Chipper to his newest playground. For the past year, I’ve been slinking out the door, guilt-ridden, as I ditched the poor pooch to head off to Loveless.
It was his first time around a fishing rod, and he was slightly obsessed with trying to retrieve that mysterious thing Chris kept casting out into the lake.
I was overjoyed to see him paddling along, doing his funny Lab snort and scaring off all the fish.
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