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Running Away From Home

March 8, 2008

March 8th 2007 3:28 pm
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Dear Diary,

Yesterday we went to "grooming." It was a new place that we had never been to before. As soon as we got there I knew it was not a place I wanted to be. Diggy didn't have a clue. He went waltzing right in as if he were going to a bar-b-que. I tried to resist. I sat down and refused to move. I pretended I was a heavy cinderblock. The man pulled me by my leash and Mommy pushed me from behind and before I knew it. Clap! I was in. Now I have no hair. I am freezing. I am so cold that Mommy put my Fido Fleece sweater on me and I have to wear it around the house. I look silly.


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