And, he walks with me
And, he talks with me ...
Last night, the husband and I took the puppy for our nightly walk. He kept saying to her, "Walk with me." Of course, she does. When I'm holding the leash, she's crazy.
It was a gorgeous, peaceful night. Every time Big Daddy said, "Walk with me," I started humming "In the Garden."
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And you don't even have a boyfriend named Andy.
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