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I know what you're thinking and the answer is

Yes

That is a dog.

One quiet Easter going on here and one boy who doesn't wish to wake right now.

And yes

That is a very squishy comforter Chewbacca's lying on.

He's not spoiled. Clearly.

Happy Easter!
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  1. Kate WeberApril 24, 2011 at 2:18 PM

    How adorable is that!? And I love that his name is Chewbacca! So appropriate! He is a hairy beast!

    Happy Easter!

    I'm new to your blog! I found you through FTLOB and can't wait to read more! Feel free to check out my blog as well. :)

    Simply Kate

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  2. A.H. Browne @ ahbrowne.comApril 24, 2011 at 2:27 PM

    Hi Kate! :)

    haha Thank you. He's one giant ball of a loving machine. Even growls like Chewbacca.

    I was just looking at your blog through the nominations area actually. You read my mind! Nice to meet you and welcome. :) I'm slowly making my rounds.

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  3. SarahApril 25, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    What a cute dog! What breed is he? I also love his name - how creative and perfect for a dog like him :D

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  4. A.H. Browne @ ahbrowne.comApril 26, 2011 at 1:19 PM

    @Sarah

    Thank you! He's a purebred Shih Tzu. :)

    Thank you so much for coming by, reading and commenting! Have a great day!

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