After 11 weeks, 5 days, and about 5 hours (give or take), Grand-
Diggy has gone where he has not gone before. In a word, he picked up Otter.
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Not only that, he read her a book.
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Not only that, she really enjoyed it and hung (hanged?) out happily in his arms.
Now, if I can only teach him to change diapers...
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