Wet dog!



Poor Seabury had to have a bath and then run around in the snow to get dry. [I know- it seems as though it would not work but I guess her internal heater takes care of it!] Hanging out with Freyja (her Great Dane cousin) is somewhat detrimental to a clean coat it seems.

At any rate, she and I send loads of encouraging prayers to our friends at Seabury and Sewanee as they take the GOEs.

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Merely Human said…
Thanks for the thoughts and prayers and the bibliography! Everyone is enjoying the brownies and sends thank yous your way.
January 1, 2008 at 6:35 PM
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