
Do you see it? Do you see what captured my attention first thing Sunday morning?
No? Let me give you a hint.

Still don't get it? Here's a major clue to the reason for my angst.

Liesl.
Ahhh, Miss Liesl.
Why, oh why must you locate that one tiny burr bush in the far recesses of the back yard?

One afternoon of hair pulling, one removed burr bush, one trip to the pet store for a comb, one yelping puppy later and we're back to normal.
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