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DAY 307, Wednesday, 1/9/13

January 9th 2013 7:10 pm
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I’ve never quite understood what Bob and Tony were talking about when they have complained about getting older—-until now. Recently, however, I’ve noticed that as I am getting older, my beautiful big shiny black nose has turned pink…to the point that it now looks a lot like Tony’s. On the positive side, at least I’ll never be as old as Bob and Tony.


DAY 306, Tuesday, 1/8/13

January 8th 2013 6:14 pm
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Shucks! I just found out that we missed the annual dog sled races at Mormon Lake this past weekend. I would love to have gone to see some of my cousins compete. Oh, well, maybe next year.


DAY 305, Monday, 1/7/13

January 7th 2013 7:48 pm
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Whoopie! I got to play in the snow drifts again today. I ran back and forth, around and around, back and forth, around and around, and…. And I didn’t even pull Bob down with me this time. I hope it snows again soon because the snow that remains on the ground won’t last too much longer.


DAY 304, Sunday, 1/6/13

January 6th 2013 5:44 pm
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We watched a movie today, Disney’s “Bolt.” It was a cartoon featuring a dog that looked a little bit like me. Of course, he wasn’t quite as handsome as I am, but he was kinda cute anyway. I don’t know why I couldn’t be a big Hollywood superstar.


DAY 302, Friday, 1/4/13

January 4th 2013 7:15 pm
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Bob asked me today if I had made any resolutions for the new year. I asked him what he meant, and he said, “Well, for example, you could resolve to be the smartest, most beautiful service dog in the whole wide world.” And I thought, heck, I don’t need a resolution for that. If you ask me, Bob is the one who needs to be making resolutions.


DAY 301, Thursday, 1/3/13

January 3rd 2013 5:53 pm
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Shhh. Don’t tell him I said so, but I think Bob is a pretty nice guy. I don’t usually disturb him and Tony after they go to bed, but early this morning I heard Bob get up to go to the bathroom, and I had to go too, so I went upstairs and nuzzled him a bit. Did he get upset? No. He just hopped right out of bed, threw on some clothes, and took me outside—even though it was about 1 degree and very windy. I thought that was very nice of him.


DAY 300, Wednesday, 1/2/13

January 2nd 2013 6:53 pm
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Remember that time back in Temple when I was on the 25-foot leash and took a flying leap, flipping Bob in mid air? Well, I did it again today. We were out front in the little valley between the complex and the road when I took off, and Bob slipped on the frozen ground. He went sledding in the snow—without a sled. I can’t help it that I got excited. Anyway, it’s Bob’s own fault. If he would take me out to run more often, I might get used to it and not get quite so excited.


DAY 299, Tuesday, 1/1/13

January 1st 2013 7:07 pm
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Happy New Year! When Bob got up this morning, I asked him if we could open our presents, but he said there are no presents, we only open presents on Christmas and birthdays. What I want to know is, who made up that rule?


DAY 298, Monday, 12/31/12

December 31st 2012 6:15 pm
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I had a nice surprise when I went out for my first morning constitutional today: a couple of inches of fresh snow. It was so pretty. It reminded me of that line from one of Bob’s songs: “I have traveled over mountains to the land of glist’ning snow” ( I love it when the maintenance guys come around with the snow blower to clear the sidewalks because that creates mounds of snow on the sides for me to play in. Thanks, guys.


DAY 297, Sunday, 12/30/12

December 30th 2012 2:35 pm
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One of my readers asks, “Do you know that expression: ‘I have a bone to pick with you’? It sounds pretty hostile to me. Do you know how that got started? And have you ever had to fight over a bone?"

Well, Kathryn, the phrase originated in the 16th century and originally referred to a dog picking a bone clean. It came to mean taking up an issue that required a lot of discussion. In England, that is still the most common interpretation, but in the U.S. and other parts of the world, it has come to mean taking up a rather contentious issue.

As for your last question, I, personally, don’t care much for fighting, whether it’s over a bone or anything else. I’m more of a pacifist. Besides, most of the time, people take one look at me, and I get whatever I want. (Except pizza, of course.)

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