Dr. Frizzle had shored up a tremendous amount of his stuffing against the finally seasonable chill. He was buried in the middle of the mound, but poked his head up to greet us.
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2 comments:
Oh, that is unbearably cute. I always know that fall has hit when Opaw crawls under the blanket while I'm snoozing on the couch and curls up right against my belly.
Hims soooooo cute!!! - K
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