…or 7, depending on how you count.
Yes, that’s right. This August, Spike is going to have some competition on his hands when it comes to attention from the mo-in-law. And he has no idea it’s coming.
P.S. Big thanks goes out to Lisa, who is my savior and mailed me a huge box of maternity pants for work (yeah, fat!) as well as some baby clothes…which Paul promptly put on the dog.
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Poor little Spikey. But YAY for baby Hennig!
Those weren’t even maternity!! Ha.
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I can’t wait to meet the new Hennig!