After a night of fun--
a little too much fun--there is no greater medicine than a bacon egg and cheese sandwich. . .

. . .a nap with a dog. . .

. . .and a conversation with a young pup. (Fletch is getting so big!)

Others go for the ol' hair-of-the-dog remedy. I'll stick with sleeping until 5:00 pm. I'm sick of dealing with dog hair.
aww! boxers do look pouty! sweet fletcher! p.s. having a new puppy sometimes make me forget to eat so your bacon, egg and cheese sandwich is KILLING me right now!!!
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