We rang in the new year with champagne (first real champagne - the kind from France, and then with some delicious Spanish "champagne") and kisses. We dragged Pinto out of bed at 11:55 and she slumped on the couch between us, and got confused when we squeezed her and kissed her sweet doggie flaps, and then padded back off to bed. I'm sure she's
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