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Today, we took Morley on a genealogical discovery of his roots down in South Carolina. We met his breeder and Morley even got to meet his real mother, Mary. It was pretty exciting, though Morley didn't seem to really care too much.
Click here to see photos and movies of our visit.
Morley's old home looked a little like scenes from Angela's Ashes. You know, running water from a hose, holes in the wall, no obvious toilet facilities, and about ten kids running around. Will he be writing a memoir soon?
I thought I saw one of the other dogs quaffing down a Guiness. Maybe I'm wrong, but a few classes at night school could build skills and a way out of the lane.
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