We put shirts on the dogs. Or in this case, dog. Poor Tootsie, she's so patient with our shenanigans and much to well-mannered to throw a fit about being stuffed in a 5-yr old's shirts. But she also spent the rest of the evening (in a huff?) upstairs, avoiding me and anymore bright ideas I might have had to entertain the younger set.
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