Henri the Doggie is DEFINITELY Not Genetically Related To Me. Ok, disregard the ridiculous idea that a dog would be genetically related to me in the first place.
Good. Now see what I mean.
Today? High 976 degrees? Give or take?
Henri the Doggie decided to lounge around the front lawn.
And in the time it took me to go outdoors and take these pictures? I cursed the weather at least 27 times and said out loud “HOW DO PEOPLE BREATHE IN THIS WEATHER?”
Henri obviously disagrees.
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