tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38525563515873648342024-02-19T08:31:41.325-08:00I Got BlitzedAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-31040861249092339492013-12-24T08:02:00.000-08:002013-12-24T08:02:21.741-08:00MERRY CHRISTMAS to all!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been very <strike>demanding, misbehaving </strike>(not funny Momma)...GOOD! The big stocking is all mine and the presents to the right are all mine! I keep taking them to my Momma but she says they clearly state " Do Not Open Until Christmas"! Bah Humbug is all I hear. <br />
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We wish you all a Merry Christmas and pray the Lord blesses you with many happy moments that make for many happy memories.<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-5575006192635683102013-11-23T09:14:00.000-08:002013-11-23T09:14:02.948-08:00Just thought I would stick my head out to say HI<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="color: black;">I know that you can't see me (trust me I am there!) but this is how I like to <strike>act like I am going to</strike> sleep through the night. It does not matter if it is 100 degrees or 20, I must have my blankey.</span> <span style="color: black;">During the night I wiggle and worm my way under the covers with momma (she has yet to really appreciate that part).</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">I just wanted to stick my head out and wish everyone a Happy and Blessed Thanksgiving. </span></div>
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I mean look at me...I am nothing but skin and bones...I am trying to get Mom to send this pic to the <strike>old cuckoo</strike>DR as proof that he needs new glasses and a new scale and proper animal doctoring etiquette. I am convinced his education came from a mail in certificate...Mom swears he is the BEST (easy for her to say).<br />
I mean take another look at me....I do not need to diet. SKIN and BONES!<br />
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And did she tell him that she has not been taking me on walks and that she also gained weight...NOOOOO. I tried to get her to express to him that I love exercise....and here is the proof....<br />
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Ok so this is what I do BEFORE I exercise...I mean you should be properly rested to get the most out of it. I do hear the leash being rattled...so guess it is time to walk!!! Stay healthy my friends. And remember<span style="color: red;">...YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT...so I am going to eat a little lap dog! </span><br />
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So I went to the vet...and behaved perfect...walked in calm...got weighed....and then everything got a little confusing. My mom came and got me and I did not even have the legs to get up on the couch. So I slept here...waking up occassionally to look for what was missing. </div>
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I will just sleep on it....on the floor. Mom was worried because I never stay on the floor. No worries, bedtime came, and I got in the bed. It has been two days and I am back to my normal couch laying, toy slinging, sloppy kisses self. I still look for what is missing...but am assured they are in a better place :-).<br />
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To conclude on a happy note....Want to send a special thanks to <span style="color: magenta;">Bailey,</span> <span style="color: magenta;">Hazel,</span> and <span style="background-color: white; color: magenta;">Greta</span> of The Idaho PugRanch! I love my pin!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-26372335565209659452013-10-04T09:10:00.000-07:002013-10-04T09:10:08.921-07:00My mommy is back to normal! Well normal for her.....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My big brother and his wife....after the wedding ceremony. My mom says it was a good thing I did not go....the wedding party had tutus....and I would have chased me some fairies/ballerinas all over the church!!<br />
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So things are back to normal around here...no dieting to get into a dress, no making flowers, no nothing!! Just some good ole laying around and playing with me....and some extra toys for being a good boy! I had my first overnight sitter....Mom says she hopes I did not scare him off, not sure what she meant but I know he slept for days after he left here! So I am just watching the world go by and enjoying being the only child again. <br />
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My Mom's friend became a Grandma! They are a Golden Pei (mix of Golden Retriever and Shar-Pei). I admit...they are cute little things. So Mom has been getting pics of these babies and picked out her favorite. Today this picture comes and guess which one was the one she had picked out???? The one upside down and backwards!! Of course....would not expect anything different. She seems to go for the ones who walk to a different beat....<br />
Have to thank Ms. Emily for sending pictures....it lets my Mom get her puppy fix from afar....and that is ok with me!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-25663685396608891952013-08-03T10:53:00.000-07:002013-08-03T10:53:51.060-07:00Training for a little brother.....So a couple of years ago, my Mom wanted to be a foster parent for a deaf great dane puppy (one of my siblings is deaf so Momma has a heart for special needs). The foster people came to approve our home. They said we had plenty of space, a great fenced in yard, a momma experienced with big boys and patience. I was part of the interview process. Well the ladies did all kinds of crazy things and then told my momma that while she had a heart for this, her child would not allow another pet to have her attention. This broke my momma's heart....I tried to tell her I did not even know they talked to my Big Brother but that I could not believe he reacted that way! <br />
So she has decided to train me to be a Big Brother (I don't know why...I WAS NOT the issue the first time...it had to be her other son, who was not in the house or part of the interview process). She consulted a K-9 pyschiatrist who told her to introduce me to a play dog and shower it with attention and let me get used to her showing attention to something else. I mean I am not a specialist, but I think I could have told her that...and that I have no issue with siblings (as long as they do not live in the house, sit on mom's lap, sit by my mom, or anything like that).<br />
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As you can tell....I am thrilled that my mom put this on my blanket...and keeps saying..."It's a baby....easy". So far so good!</div>
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So here I am lovingly cleaning its ears....<strike>while I try to remove its eyeballs.</strike></div>
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I am being easy Momma...and see I did not want it to have to share MY blanket (how rude that would be)..so I am making sure I am wrapped up in it....and look I am even let it lick my ears now.</div>
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Look Mom...it wants to be an outside dog....maybe you can get Aunt Patrice to make it a doghouse. And it can no longer see....something happened to its eyes.</div>
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So Mom wants any advice you all can provide her on how to train me. I was not aggressive to any of the dogs they brought to test me and Mom. I just blocked them from my Momma and I politely took toys away from them and laid on them (has anyone heard of choking hazard). I gently removed them from the couch if my Mom was on it also. I do not hurt them...I just nicely put them in the floor. They have lots of other furntiture to choose from anyways.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-86157722204751946562013-07-25T10:00:00.000-07:002013-07-25T10:00:08.227-07:00AdoptionSo my Mom has been neglecting me....BAD. I mean I have had no computer time, only walking one time a day (she says its for my benefit because its so hot...riiiiiight), and she spends 30 mins a day making flowers for my brother's wedding...that I am not attending! <br />
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So here I am, looking for a someone to love me and shower me with all their attention. I told my Mom I was going to run away. I had my suitcase packed (you can't tell from my mom's bad phone pic...but its a scooby doo suitcase with my blankey and water bottle).<br />
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Here are a few of my needs.....</div>
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1)A couch for naps. One is fine with me....I like to cuddle while napping and since I am so small, there is plenty of room. Plus I am able to hold you down should there be an earthquake.</div>
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2)A fenced yard, because I have a severe hearing problem (<u>selective hearing</u>...the worse case people have ever seen). I also can not see when I close my eyes....which I do very often when I am told something is a NO-NO. If I can not see it, then I am not responsible for any actions that happen to said object.</div>
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3)A blanket...I just like to have it for security. I also use it to hide my toys under....then I scrunch it so I can find my toy. So wooden floors or carpets are really at your own risk.</div>
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4)A chef....I eat alot and I have allergies. I do not beg from the table or anything....I like my own food. </div>
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So as I was discussing my needs with my mom and informing her of my decision....I thought:</div>
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1) Who will keep my Mom from getting cold at night....I mean if I did not sleep on top of her she would freeze to death.</div>
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2) Who is going to make sure my Mom gets out and walks daily...I never see her walk without me (something about I don't give her an option?????)</div>
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This woman would not survive without me....so it is my responsibility to stay with her...and suffer the neglect. The sacrifices I make.</div>
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Its ok Momma....I will give you kisses and not leave you....you poor helpless being.</div>
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PS Thanks for the toys!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-62322919797007532022013-06-28T09:07:00.000-07:002013-06-28T09:07:15.475-07:00HaPpY BiRtHdAy to MEEEEEEEYep I am 4 years old today! I am so excited, I get to eat treats, play with boxes that have toys on the inside, drink a shot of beer. To be honest, I do this everyday but Mom assures me today is a special day. So in honor of ME...I am posting a few pics of who made me the wonderful boy I am today.<br />
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I am the handsome fellow on the left...already sitting like a good boy! You can also tell that I was a tad smaller than the butterball on the right (I was the runt and weighed half the amount of my siblings...but not the case now!). I was the only one my daddy could not deny!</div>
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This is my beautiful momma....must be where I get my sense of style from. I love to wear clothes...but not a hat. </div>
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She is most most definitely where I get my personality from. My two legged momma meet her before I was born and says my birth momma cracked her up! So I sing "I get it from my momma" a lot. </div>
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Off for a day of festivaties! Have a great weekend!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-42693019036810878602013-06-08T08:04:00.000-07:002013-06-08T08:11:19.245-07:00I am looking at you...So my mom has to have 2 root canals...and you would think it was major....I mean I ALMOST got stung yesterday and she ignored the whole situation! But while we were outside, I saw a meow squirrel (I do not know the difference between a cat and a squirrel...in my defense when I chase either...their tails get fluffy and they go up a tree). <br />
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I am looking at you mom...I am...I will not look at the meow squirrel..I will not...</div>
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I am down and I am ignoring it...I am ignoring it...I got it...Leave it, Leave it</div>
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I am watching you Mom....I am ignoring the small furry thing walking across the drive way...my eyes are directly on you...and we are off......</div>
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And to say thank you to all the two-legged and four-legged soldiers that make sacrifices daily that allows me the freedom I have. May we never forget.</div>
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So I have spent the last two weeks telling my mom that she should never leave me. I explain that if she has to be away from the house...that I should go with her. When she comes home, I tell her all about how the sitter is not trust worthy.....that I do not feel comfortable with him. I explain that I am a nervous wreck the whole time she is away. So what does the sitter do....sends this pic of me to her....while he is watching me....and my mom was away.....I mean do they not have to sign a waiver or something that states no evidence will be used to discredit my arguements with my mom? I mean....who can you trust these days? I tried to tell her he slipped something into my treat and I am not responsible for how comfortable I look in this picture.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-74548783929945668812013-05-14T07:27:00.000-07:002013-05-14T07:27:32.431-07:00I can't hear you...and do not want to<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It took me a bit...but I finally got these pillows against my ears. I am not listening to you....ever again. Toy?......<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-10250268227054022742013-05-10T08:25:00.002-07:002013-05-10T08:25:58.550-07:00What a week!So Mom has had to be out of the house this past week....and she brought in a new sitter (the old one put me outside and went to the store.....not sure if anyone has seen him since then...but know I haven't!). It is Higgins' two-legged brother. He is great! He even texted Mom and said I was an ANGEL! Not sure why anyone doubted that....Mom thinks he was fibbing a bit so he can have a part-time job sitting with me. But when she returned from being out...we enjoyed the sunshine and blooming things.<br />
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Yes mom, they are pretty! And I just love sticking my head into them...look a beetle...I am going to get it...I am I am!<br />
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Mom that thing has bees....let's go inside and enjoy the beauty from the safety of the house. Let's go Mom. Mom...it has BEES....I will see you inside.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-35336306850386459572013-05-02T09:36:00.000-07:002013-05-02T09:36:00.086-07:00Memory LaneSo I am an only child except for my big brother ...who is getting married this fall....and I LOVES my brother but really does it have to take up so much of Mom's time? He does not live near us now (something about college grad, a job...all I know is he is not here to play with me or take me on runs) and they talk on the phone constantly anyways....but now she is researching dresses, flowers, pinterest.....I mean come on!. So on the journey of memory lane....<br />
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Mom ran across this....my first introduction to my brother (he sure looked different than the ones I had just left...he was tall, on two legs, and I was not so sure about him). But as he napped on the couch, I soon found out, he cuddled like my other 4 legged siblings, so I decided Mom and I could keep him. Mom thought this so cute, that I snuck up on the couch with him.....that she did not tell me "NO". So she blames herself for the constant need of a new couch.<br />
Have a blessed weekend and may your memory lane bring smiles to your heart.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-62922478121556703272013-04-25T10:30:00.000-07:002013-04-25T10:30:17.694-07:00Just 5 more minutesSo yesterday was a yucky weather day... and I slept ALL day. Was a little restless last night. Finally went to sleep and usually wake my Mom up to let me out around 6am. She woke up this morning and insisted I get up...could she not tell I was comfortable?<br />
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PS...mom is sorry about quality of pics...she was just trying to move me and grabbed pics with phone. Also, she didn't see any of my business hanging out...so if you see it.....SORRY!</div>
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CAN I KEEP HIM????
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-66707170961884258142013-04-11T10:57:00.001-07:002013-04-11T10:57:10.706-07:00New "Babysitter"So Mom likes to lay in the lounger outside without me....still don't get it. So she got me a "babysitter".....<br />
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Why he is hanging from the tree....I do not know...but I know I got him down...and we went and laid on the lounger with Mom...together.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-8901446157816132312013-04-08T10:15:00.001-07:002013-04-08T10:15:23.749-07:00He said "Lucky Dog"So its Sunday afternoon and my mom returns from church (why can't I go...no sense in testing the theory "All Dogs Go to Heaven"). Its Nascar on tv (woohoo...almost as exciting to me as golf). Mom is cheering "Kasey Kahne" and then I hear the announcer say....lucky dog. I am excited.....but then mom says "no Blitz".<br />
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I mean...it is in front of me...I like the way it smells...I am forced to watch/listen to Nascar...there is NO DOG anywhere near that track and Lucky Dog should mean I get a sip....what else can it mean? Look mom...its Kasey Kahne........awwwww yeah........burp!
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-10710842783690474002013-04-02T08:53:00.001-07:002013-04-02T08:53:14.634-07:00Self PreservationThis post is for self preservation and maintaining the current household dynamics.<br />
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Mom needs a reminder that I am a baby and most importantly...an ONLY child (except for my two- legged brother). Seems like this time of year people send out notices to her about great dane litters and they get her to thinking that I need a companion. HELLO...I have a companion...you! I mean this is not rocket science! So here I am on my first day with her ( I am 5 wks old here and have not really grown much since then but mom and the furniture have shrank in the past 3+ years).<br />
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Let's face it... I am all she needs<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-70638365659630928742013-03-29T09:19:00.000-07:002013-03-29T09:19:21.494-07:00Cooking DayI follow my Mom everywhere...if she is watching tv..I am there with her. If she is on computer, my head is on her feet. If she is in bed sleeping... I have my head on the pillow. But on cooking day (she has to cook for me...I stay out of the kitchen!) She is sooooo grouchy the whole 3 hours it takes her to cook. Thats a long time for me to entertain myself.<br />
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This is the finished product.....thats my head making sure it was completed properly (she is not very domestic). 6 lbs of organic rice, 2 bags of organic chicken tenderloins, 2 16 oz steaks, 2 salmon fillets, peas, carrots, potatoes, cottage cheese, and yogurt. I eat 2 times a day (vet recommended it because big boys get bloat...but I really chew all my food and take my time eating). Last me a week...and then I have to suffer through her cooking again.<br />
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So I have been sitting here waiting patiently for you to entertain me....ARE YOU DONE YET? <br />
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We are now ready for Easter and hope every one has a blessed weekend.<br />
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They will never know...they will never know....shhhh! Almost there!<br />
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Yes!!! Mine Mine Mine. It has a siren and a little dalmatian! I love fire trucks. Little four legged man will never know its missing. Mom will think it just appeared out of nowhere.<br />
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No small humans were harmed in the making of this post....the lady had it out for a yard sale...told mom I could have it, little man had outgrown the ride along toy. Don't know what any of that means except I got away with it....and it is MINE!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03138518097532682695noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852556351587364834.post-90973705440763839262013-03-21T09:56:00.001-07:002013-03-21T09:56:18.898-07:00PLEEEEEEEASSSSSE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Please let warm weather come back. I promise to stay in my yard and sniff. <br />
I swear I will not go get toys from the neighbors (truthfully though...I think they leave them out for me...why else would they be there...and who knew little 2 legged creatures could cry that much just because I borrowed their toy?). <br />
I promise not to get in the truck with the UPS Man (only because now he CLOSES his door when delivering packages to the neighbors...new toys maybe!!!!!).<br />
I promise that I will lay on my own lounge and not get on Mom's (okay this is just in case she reads this...there is no way I am laying by myself!...and I need to protect her from the rays...she should be thankful). Plus I do not like bees....and mom swoos them away.<br />
Lastly, I will be the very best grass and flower eater, bug digger, bird chaser, and bike barker there is!<br />
Amen.<br />
PS (can you get the UPS man to leave the door open again?)<br />
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