
The hardest part about being away for a month is missing my dogs. The day we came back, we took them right to the farm. Can you tell this boy was happy?

The first thing Grover did was jump out of the car and in almost one fluid action, immediately drop and roll right in the middle of a huge cow paddy. If you notice, her fur is wet from the impromptu bath I gave her by the well. Damn dog.

Our caretaker helped us celebrate our return by getting us some young coconuts (called buko), which have a tasty, refreshing juice inside them. Stephen had his tunes, I had my Nintendo DS, and we both had our dogs. All was right with the world.
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