March 29th 2009 12:00 pm
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Mom and I just got in from a nice long walk. It is very cool here today. Not spring like at all. Mom had to wear her gloves and a coat for the walk; I wore my coat too! (ha,ha)
On the way back home, just before the first of two hills we climb along our walk, I picked up a huge stick, probably a yard and 1/2 to two yards long. I carried it proudly up both hills, I pranced as I walk with it in my mouth! Mom says I'm so beautiful when I walk like that. I continued to prance while I carried my stick. Then when we got to the front porch of our house, I thought I should take take my stick inside. Mom said no . I walked all the way up to the front door with the stick in my mouth. Ok, it would have been difficult to maneuver it through the door...but she should have let me try. I stood there and wagged my tail and stared at the door. She didn't give in. She did at least sit down on the porch and chew it for awhile. I just love a Good Stick!
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