I had to take Otis to the vet yesterday. He ate something not of this world that his body just didn't like. He ate his squeaky toy and it had to be removed. He wasn't a happy camper, neither was I. But now Otis and Surfer are ok. Squeaky toy had to go.
Have a lifqual day, that includes my unfortunate friends who broke up yesterday. Things always work out for the best.
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As the waves crash on the shore at the sight of the first sun of the day, the world is awaken with new life with a new beginning serving a new purpose.
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