I have suddenly found myself with two little visitors each evening when I get home from work. Two little girls who adore animals and beg to come on my daily evening walk around the farm with the dogs. A broken home with a mother who is about to be remarried to a man they dislike, makes for a sad tale. And so they "kuier" each evening, escaping their world to run with Juno, brush the knots from Oscar's fur and cuddle Sage.
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