This past weekend, I was invited to dinner at the home of friend. My friend is a real southern lady with a house that looks like it came straight off the pages of an interior design magazine. Everything about the evening was perfect from the party decorations to the carefully chosen music playing in the background. Well, everything was perfect that is, until we sat down to eat.
With a fresh blue tablecloth, the table was set for spring. The food looked delicious. And then I noticed there was warm air on my arm. I looked down to see the huge brown eyes of a furry sheepdog.
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