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So much for that salad . . .
Why, we wondered, did Mabel always smell so sweetly of sage? And then I walked into the courtyard and came across this, in my herb window box.
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3 comments:
She looks so comfortable! My dog always smells like lavender - it grows decoratively in the park.
how totally sweet. looks just like something our golden would do.
awwwwwww how could you be mad at that huh?
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