I've been bombarded, absolutely bombarded, with texts from fans waiting for Sunday Drivers, so without further ado...
2013/02/03
2013/02/01
The elusive, western Nova Scotian, hearth-dwelling canid.
I don't know what kind of relationship Truman has with the fireplace, but clearly it's approaching "love". The first time he saw the hearth (after the mason had installed it), he went running over to it and just stood there, on the hearth, expectantly.
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