Nov 18 2017 Heather Buchinsky (and Squirrel)

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Bear with me this is going to be a bit of a story. 
Alyson's nickname is squirrel so as you can imagine we have amassed a bit of a collection of little squirrels. When Aly was little she would give some of them to Jeff and say they were his protectors. When Jeff's truck burned down a few years back he had a "protector" riding on the dash of his truck. Luckily Jeff made it out unscathed, however, a hole was burned in the windshield and even though there were no burn marks on the dash the squirrel was gone. We still keep a little collection of them here in our motor home when we travel. Today Sawyer is riding with a protector on our trip down to Florida #teamsawyer #mysawyerbracelet
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