Mom and I went out for our walkabout. We never know where we are going to go. She says that it depends on my behavior how far we walk and where we go. I have her all figured out now. If I do not want to walk far I just pretend I am afraid or […]
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Dog Poems – Four Feet
A friend on my moms sent her an email with reference to this poem by Rudyard Kipling, some old guy that wrote poetry. My mom had to look it up and see what it was about. then she got all teary eyed and had to bother me sleeping in my favorite hiding place under the […]