The word is good from Arizona.
Herein, Bubble Woman's latest work.
In Yuma, the adventure continues.
Ms. Charley savors a bit of desert grass.
She declares it to be drier than grass at home.
He, for one, could use a good brushing!
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Mrrrrup!
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