If It Weren’t for Dean Dillon

Our friends all him Dillon. I call him Dean, Dean Dillon, Dilly Willy, and Dillon. Prior to meeting him, I was absolutely bored out of my FLIPPING mind in Atlanta. There was so much to see and no one I could talk to or share it with. I had ZERO friends outside of my puppies.... Continue Reading →

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