My House is a very very very fine house
Earlier today I was preparing dinner for the Doberman and myself barefoot in the kitchen while he did his southern boy "Woman where's my dinner"routine. (Incidentally I was making chicken in white wine and herbs-it turned out very well.) And I realized after his painting and cleaning, and my cooking and well and my cooking we have an interesting little makeshift household.

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