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Ross came home from work at McDonald’s early yesterday.
He said: “Happy Mother’s Day! Here’s your present.”
And handed me this:

This puppy’s been hanging out in the McDonald’s parking lot for days. They’ve been feeding him French fries. They can’t find an owner. We have no idea how old he is or what kind of dog (or mix of dog) he is other than he looks like some sort of terrier. And so, apparently at some point as they were feeding him Happy Meals, my child said, “I BET I CAN GET MY MOTHER TO TAKE HIM.”
His name is Spot. He lives here now. But you knew that, right?
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