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Memoirs of a Moose Man

I'm TEN Years Old!

Wow, today is my 10th birthday. Mom and Dad can't believe it's been that long since I was a little pudge ball. It's a beautiful day in Red Sox Nation, the sun is out, it's warm (finally) and I'm laying on the deck with my fresh beef bone. Tonight it's up the street for a baby ice cream cone. Tomorrow all my uncles and cousins are coming over for a party for me! With a real cake! I can't wait, I've been wagging my tail for days!

I get an extra special birthday this year, not just because I'm ten, but because I started getting sick last year, my heart's not doing so well and they say it's getting worse. It's a good thing I'm lazy, because I can't have any strenuous activity. Even coming down the stairs made me faint the other day. So, everyone says I'm such a good boy, I'm TEN years old, let's party!
That's what I'm going to do....

I miss my Grammy

My grammy (daddy's mom) suddenly passed away. I miss her very much. I am so glad that just before she died, I got to spend the whole day with her. She snoozed in her chair and I curled up and snoozed on her feet, it was a perfect day.

Grammy always told me what a beautiful boy I was, and that I had perfect markings. She would also give me goodies, which daddy taught me to take very gently from her hand.

I know grammy's in a good place, and she is now with grampy whom she missed very much. She has her little weeny dog Brownie in her lap again and she is also with my sister, Dixie and my brother, Cujo. I am sure they all were happy to see her again, she loved us all so much.

Rest in peace grammy........