Ruger is not our dog, but he thinks he is.
I took these pictures to show my mother that while I was standing on the steps, he poked his head out the living room door behind me. He'd arrived there via the kitchen and dining room, via the door on the other side of the house. It looks like he'd had a wild night, and his goofy expression made me laugh.
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