Me: "Hey, kid."
Little guy: "Hi, mom."
Then Hazel commences flipping, jumping, and all other sorts of too-excited-to-remain-in-her-skin moves. This would be cute in a ten pound dog, seventy pounds not so much.
So, what do I do? Well, of course I hand that totally-in-love puppy over to her object of devotion. I tell ya, the heart bubbles that float in the air between those two melts my heart.
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