While they warmed up I explored a little and came upon a pet cemetery. I took some time there.
Twinkle, a Boston terrier born in 1905. Geez.
Proving that every Calico was named Callie. Gosh I'm glad my parents didn't name me Caucasie.
But not the canaries behind the shed under the oak tree. I hated those guys.
Did the owner die too?
They should've put this one at the front and saved everyone a lot of time.
Then I had to go back...
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