
I was cooking breakfast and glanced out the door to see Winston staring at me with the squeaky toy that my youngest gave him. She got each dog one, but he’s monopolized them both. It’s his favorite thing these days.

I was cooking breakfast and glanced out the door to see Winston staring at me with the squeaky toy that my youngest gave him. She got each dog one, but he’s monopolized them both. It’s his favorite thing these days.
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