The Perils of Living With a Young Dog

As I was packing up for the weekend, I looked around our front foyer and wondered, “what the heck are all these little red plastic bits all over the place? What could they possibly have come from?”

Erin, meanwhile, was wondering, “where’s Luna’s wire brush, the one with the red plastic comfort grip?”

Ah.

Found the brush!

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