At 2PM this afternoon, one of Dean'n'Jill's dogs, Dapples, was put to sleep in her mom's arms after 15 good years and about a month of kidney failure. I spent most of Sunday with her and the family, knowing that the end was near.
I've heard all the tomatos are ripe up there, Dapples. Have at 'em.
I've heard all the tomatos are ripe up there, Dapples. Have at 'em.