October 16th 2008 2:42 pm
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When I was a puppy, I was was the cutest, fatest, active little guy you ever met. The people who were going to take me home changed their mind so I was still there. That is how Mom and Dad got me. They felt very lucky to get me. I sure gave them many problems. Until Miss Clover came along and then I settled down. Mom was so proud of me she loved me very much. I miss her and she misses me. My people sister named Lauren loved me, too. She thought I looked funny when I was a puppy. She once counted all my spots, I had 36.. She liked to take my picture and then she moved away to take pictures.
Well more later.
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