I had hurten mine leg a bit. (Don't not tell Mam becawse I didn't not really hurt it. I just put on a loose compression stalking so she ken feel lake she is not alone.) This is helping MINE leg a grate deel.
everybady is asking "how was it?" i have no fotos. mather had her hands full keeping me away fram bad dags and all those treets zoey got as gifts. next birthdate im going to have a party wair everybady brings me foods. all the dags acted bad except me. i will admit to acting a bit greedy but that is becawse of genetics. you ken look back into the past and see mine mather at a party and beleeve me, everybady held her back fram cakes and ships too. other dags: they fought, barked, wandered, growled, barked, slobered water. me: quiet, congenial, polite, nice, calm, frendly we got party favor bags with dried stella & cheweys. peeple got buttercream cupcakes.
They are Goldies lake MINE frand whom is Laccu. We had been hanging out in tha perking lot at tha meet store wan we looked at wan another and felt lake: "We ken be frands whom lave meets. Hallo." However, this makes tha date seem grate. Later it had turned vairy vairy dark INDEED. Fother sed Button and Mam shuld come into tha kayaks. Mam sed he (that is I Bottun) hates it. Kennot you remember in Meksicko? Than fother sed won't you come into tha canoe lake proper canadians? Tha water is vairy shallo for kwite sum time until way far away into tha lake. I felt lake NO. Mam sed she wuld only wair t-shirt pajama pant and nothing else becawse we will fall. She put on a lafe vest, attached wan to MINE harness and wrapped me in wan. I sat onto her lap while fother rowed. You have guesst it. We had a tippy canoe and drowned. Mam kwickly walked me out with both of us soaking wet. Than she unclipped me so i kuld ran back home for a tarrible both and blow out. Mine lard these p...
In fact that dag was drank from 3 martini lunch at Mather's pedalcure yesterdate. Than I had both (tarruble) and poolside cabana (grate). This mourning I felt lake king of tha hill on mine hike.
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