So now that Dexter is gone, Chris and I have nowhere to direct our love and affection except toward each other (boooooring). Lately we have found ourselves wandering onto adoption sites for dogs. Huskies. Malamutes. Wolf mixes. Images of a big, beautiful dogs fill our daydreams. Since buying a dog isn't in our immediate future, naturally we enjoy directing our attention to Lillie, my parents' 3 year old yellow lab. She's a lap dog, or so she thinks.
This is how we watched General Conference last weekend. Okay, so not the whole time, because 80 pounds is a lot to have on your chest. Everybody loves Lillie.
Oh Lizard Breath, I want to kiss her lips. And our walls! They're not blue anymore! Crazy.
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