Monday, November 10, 2008


One minute, you are cleaning the kitchen and laughing at the puppy while she throws her toy around and jumps and plays; the next minute, her favorite dead.

She bites, "Gotcha!"

She chews, "Grrr"
She licks, "Yum" Then, she sees that she has been spotted. "I didn't do it!"

And now, "I'm stuffed!"

I guess I have to go shopping.

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