It was a relaxed dinner Sunday night up in Fort Collins with my sister Susan, brother-in law George, cousin John, and his significant other Barb, although afterwards the subject of illegal immigration came up and the discussion got a little lively. I couldn't help but notice that George had his dog TuTu with him at the table. Was George planning to release the dogs if the conversation got too heated? It never got to that point, however, so we'll never know. And thank goodness. I hear Yorkshire terriers can be vicious.
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