I'm here at my desk and have two soul-full looking eyes staring up at me.
Actually she's hoping I might give her another carrot, or piece of cheese or turkey. Or scratch her ears, maybe a bit of tummy rubbin . . . you know, she's open to almost anything.
That's right. I brought Hampton (aka Ms. Hammy, Hammy-dammy-ding-dong, New HAMPshire, Ham-
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