Munro loves to hunt for snow balls, totally loves the snow, and without boundaries. And besides, yesterday he ate half a puncture of his master. Official version is that it ate longing, because you went to the "Night Massacre," or szlajał in the woods all night on a bike without Munia (!!!). Night Massacre is one all-night bike ride (and not only) in the longest night of the year for the extremly mad, like my dear husband. He came back this morning all happy with odmarzniętą red face. A fine for me. I'm glad all this beautiful winter day, a few days, "went on the walls" with a longing for the little one, but I give advice. Holidays are coming ...
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