Throwback Thursday, taking the dog for a walk. He was a good ol’ flop-eared mutt. Alfie, we called him. Or Alf. Unless I’m remembering that wrong, in which case I’ll be corrected at Thanksgiving. I was deep into my walking-around-with-my-shirt-off-too-much stage, the whole deal turbo-charged by the mustache/mullet combo.
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