Puppy walking

An adventure in looking after a puppy until it is old enough to be properly trained as a guide dog for the blind.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Look at those ears!

Look at those ears!
He's just like the little girl in the poem my mother used to say was about me.

There once was a girl who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very very good
but when she was bad she was horrid.


At 12:50 a.m., October 18, 2005, Blogger 8675309 said...

They know when they've been bad. Oh yes. They know.

At 8:41 a.m., October 18, 2005, Blogger JuliaR said...

It's just too bad that they don't usually know WHY you are upset with them!


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