...but wait till you meet my husband:

the minute I clean our porch, he finds himself a nice place to put his stuff

I guess his favorite socks were at the bottom of the basket


I came home to this and just
had to take some pictures
I guess that is why we are so perfect for each other!
His trail even extends to our house/garage/backyard, still! It is amazing that you have such a loving attitude towards our "pigpen". We love him and enjoy him but are so glad you get to deal with/take care of his messes now. And for that and a host of other reasons, you are perfect for him!
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