I've just finished ordering prints of pictures -- some for me (because I need paper copies to believe things are real) and some for Mother. I somehow skipped this album, although I've put up some photos from it in the past. But this photo is my favorite -- me explaining something to Koko, he protesting that it could not possibly have been the fault of the Good Dog, the little dog staring into the camera lens, and Koko's best baby, purchased over three years ago and even more loved now than it was then, when it actually was cute and looked less like the squirrel Tara's dog killed, buried, and three days later dug up and carried around with him for a while, in the foreground.
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