Homer is the nicest dog in the world. He's certainly not the best-smelling, but he is nice...except when he steals cookies from Camille. When Olivia was smaller, he would let her step on his tail and pretty much pound on him. He's an old man now, and he's missing my brother who's in Spring Training. 
Michael calls Homer his brother. He likes to carry the dog like a baby, even if Homer doesn't like it. Homer must know that they're related, because Michael is the only boy he doesn't try to hump. HA.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Michael and Homer
Posted by tracyallegre at 11:49 AM
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I need to frame these photos!
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