Damian and I had a wonderful time visiting our friends Christopher and Augusten at their charming 1780 (1783 or 1820, depending where you look) Connecticut farmhouse over the weekend. Eight acres and four dogs meant there was never a dull moment -- there was a river, water fall, bridle path, tongue baths and lap dances -- yet it was the most relaxing weekend we've had since finding out my brother was sick. Good food, great friends and our pets are about all we have in life, so cheers to them all.
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Mastiff of the House: Otis
Is this seat taken?
Dog eat dog ...
Gunther's prison break ...
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