So Hardy has decided he can ALMOST get right on top of Taylor's crate. For the most part, as long as he can see her, he's fine. He and I had a nice day today. We went to Hesse Park, and I brought a beach chair, and sat under a tree, while everyone walked by and visited with him and told him how pretty he is. His brains unscrambled, and I got a lot of reading in.
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