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What Have We Done?


For some people, life is a mixed bag, and they think about various things in any one 24-hour period. They have ideas and form opinions and keep up with current events. They keep in touch with friends and call their mother. But me...I'm all about this dog.

It won't always be this way, I'm sure of it. He'll get beyond this very-needy puppy stage, and I can get back to normal life. Although it may be a new normal. Until then, here all I think about—what I have written in today's edition of Small Town Newspaper.

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dive said…
Hee hee hee. I know he'll settle down eventually and become a loving friend who doesn't pee and poop everywhere, but I must send you a big old dose of "I Told You So."

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