He is now my favorite.
The balloon is still on our ceiling.
It is now wrapped around our fan.
Who knows how long it will
It is now wrapped around our fan.
Who knows how long it will
The dogs name is Buster.
He jumped out of Brett's truck.
The pound called us. We got him back.
On the way home I thought he
died in the backseat.
I thought Rowan pulled his
leash too tight.
I called Brett to
come home and bury him.
I was sad. I got home.
He woke up.
I called Brett and said
he was just sleeping.
He is now Super Dog.
Or I'm just super dumb.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Rowan is still in his undies.
Well, not the same pair.
A clean pair.
He waits till night when I put
on his diaper to poo,
but he is doing well with the other.
but he is doing well with the other.
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