Isobel
Isobel greeting whoever descends from the deck. You know, burglars, hobos, me and Hannah - anyone.
Isobel in her poop and chew-toy filled home. It's cool and dirty, which is probably what her dog-gang name is.
Isobel looking really, really freaked out. Probably at a sudden tree root that she thinks moved. Not bright, our dog.
Isobel looks like Pooka's cousin!
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Anonymous |
1:25 PM
Aaron, I'm glad to hear the good news of your engagement, home purchase, and release from naval service. It appears things are going great for you and I am not surprised. I enjoyed revisiting your blog just now and truly enjoyed your geographical linguistic journey across our nation. It made me think, which is something I enjoy about my visits with your dad. I hope you will have an enjoyable winter solstice and I look forward to reading an update soon.
-Jeremy Jones
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7:25 AM