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Yesterday evening I was in the backyard playing with Tilda and as I ran across the lawn I slipped and landed flat on my bum. My first thought was, "Oh no ~ I slipped on POO!" but it turned out to just be wet grass.
And THAT'S how I spell relief: N-O D-O-G P-O-O
August 27, 2010 at 10:17 AM | Permalink
August 31, 2010 at 08:25 AM
Ha! It'll happen....it will....that's the price we pay for our little lovey furr babies!
Tracie Hanson |
August 29, 2010 at 05:54 PM
Ah, the poops. :)
It will become second nature, that little bag in your hand.
August 27, 2010 at 07:38 PM
August 27, 2010 at 12:47 PM
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