Sasha at the Old House

Poor Sasha. We got her when we lived in our second apartment. Then we moved into our first house. Then we moved into my parents’ house. Then we moved into our third apartment. Then we moved into our second house. I really want to stay put for everyone’s sake. She has a backyard and a park nearby and plenty of space to stretch out and lie around. She’s not as young as she once was, after all. Time to put down some roots.

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