Never Enough

I was doing a little housecleaning and rounded up all of Enzo’s blankets from around the house. They were all tossed on a chair in huge pile which Enzo quickly jumped on top of. While in a state of complete Italian Greyhound luxury, he still had the nerve to look at me with those sad eyes and imply that he might need something else.

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