My friend James and I went out for a few beers tonight at our favorite watering hole: Doc Watson's Pub. After, we stopped over at the house so he could meet Willa. At first things went really well and they seemed to bond. She grabbed his (recently washed) finger and made her trademark squeaking sounds.
But, enough was enough. Willa decided she needed to get back to napping. "Talk to the hand," she said. OK, just kidding. But, in a caption contest this would easily be labeled "enough already!" Right? :)
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Thanks for writing this.
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