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Dog River
Ray kicks back on the patio.
And Christy chills in the sunshine.
We had it all, ya'll. Sunshine, spanish moss, water, a boat, some kids, a big-ass dog. At this point, Christy was feeling all left out... every other female there either had kids, was pregnant, or both. Dangerous situation... she was feelin' all reproductive. Eek!
Big Ray and Big Michael prepare to venture out on the water. That kid dug that boat. Didn't want to come back in. His mom was freakin'... she didn't grow up down here and I don't think she understands the primal necessity of gettin' out on the river at a young age.
Pretty, ain't it?
Tad dropped by to scarf a burger and a dog, and to tell us stories of trying to keep his dog at home on some kind of leash/harness, whatever. He says the dog, a half-black-lab/half-rotweiler, is Harry Houdini reincarnated. Tad tried to catch his act by setting up a webcam to watch the damn dog escape. Still baffles him.