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This weekend, we road-tripped to North Carolina to see one of our favorite people graduate from high school. No, he is not in the above picture. That would be my model and her sibling. Looks like he was getting an earful on the importance of sibling affection. Feel the love?
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After the Friday ceremonies, the real fun began.

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Ahhhh…
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Sophie enjoyed her favorite activity, fishing. Never actually caught anything.
Sophie is the living definition of endless hope and persistence…
…or possibly blissful ignorance? Me thinks it’s option #2.
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The graduate. Enjoy it now buckeroo.
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three black labs + a wire haired terrier + tennis balls =
one seriously massive adrenaline rush
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the fiercest pup of all, the subject of a lab’s nightmares, the fun police.
Meet Rascal.
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Hey there pretty lady, howz about tossing that tennis ball for the 20th time?
Just be sure you throw it while everyone behind me is distracted.
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I said NOW woman!
Oh GREAT! The men AND the big black dog are looking this way.
Seriously? Throw the dang ball!!!
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Afterward, the pups go inside for a long afternoon rest.
We head home, stopping for frosties.
Notice the drool? Mr. Waterstone sure did.
until next time…

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