I went to do some IT support on Brendon and Leah’s computer yesterday afternoon, and it turned into a playdate for the kids and a bit of dinner for George the Food Moocher.
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George and Milo on the chair usually occupied by Trotsky the Retriever
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Ruby (who insisted on eating chicken in this photo)
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George, after Leah brushed...
Category Archives: George
An afternoon with Milo and Ruby
“Where’s your nose? Oh, ok.”
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And a slightly less gross one from earlier in the morning. Intensive blueberry analysis from the little man:
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Conversations with George
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Daddy: “Good night George. Love you!”
George: “You’re welcome.”
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