June 5th 2012 1:20 pm
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This afternoon Wee Lass had a preschool friend over for what has been termed a "play date." Who cares about Preschool Friend. I instantly realized that Preschool Friend's Mom was easy prey for falling under the spell of my Brindle Eyes. With my Brindle Eyes, I gaze upon my victim, and as they look into the deep brown pools of my eyes, the encircling brindles surrounding my eyes bring them further in, the circles causing dizziness and an inability to stop petting me.
Pennie, meanwhile, made a fool of herself, sniffing for Weapons of Mass Destruction underneath Preschool Friend's Mom's shorts. Mom should have warned Preschool Mom that Pennie insists on a full crotch-tal inspection of all who come to my Suburban Realm of 0.46 acres.
Preschool Mom wasted at least 15 minutes of her child-free time caressing my head, my ears, and my neck, while reminiscing and becoming teary-eyed over her past dog-love, a Doberman named Micah. Preschool Mom claimed that even after two years she was not ready to replace Micah, but I wonder if my Brindle Eyes and Brindle Love may push her over the edge towards needing to reconsider.
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You should be the poster pet for pet adoptions.
Mommy was feeling mesmerized just reading your entry.