Preston caught a new toy for himself. He was all besides himself and running around like a puppy all day. Preston put the squirrel next to the toy one. Such an organized dog. Such carnage.
The fruits of last night's PestoFesto. Mexican quesa-pizza.
And a traditional basil pesto proscuitto pizza. As much as I try, I can't seem to stray away from Italian food. Why?
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damnit! update, or get rid of the squirrel picture.
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