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When the “Other Woman” is a Female Dog. No, Really.
I’m the one who begged for another dog. I’m the one who picked her out. I’m the one who takes her to the vet. I trained her. I walk her. I give her treats. I talk to her. I let her sleep in the bed with me when he travels. Yet… I guess I can share.
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The Aftermath of a Great Day: It’s a Good Thing!
I hope everybody out there had a lovely Mother’s Day! I had a fine day; thanks for asking. As is customary, I got four cards: one from Jim, one from each of the kids (they picked out those musical Hallmark cards: SO CUTE!), and one from Roxie. I may have to scan the card that Roxie “picked out” and post it tomorrow; Jim is hilarious. Although I had to teach my religious school class in the morning—meaning no leisurely breakfast in bed—the rest of the day was fabulously low-key, which is just what I needed. We went to see “Baby Mama”, which is a cute movie but not riproaringly hilarious…
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Is There a Reality Show Called “My Dog’s A Genius”?
Pure genius. I always knew that Roxie was pretty smart. You all know how she arranged to get a new bed, how she was able to satisfy her sweet tooth, and even how she fit in a little post-walk Fitness Ball workout, but this is truly amazing. Roxie has this Kong toy that she loves. They make Kongs for dogs who really need a chewing challenge. She has never (THANK GOODNESS) chewed our furniture or anything like that, but she rips other toys to shreds. We finally bought her a Kong like this: We break Medium-sized Milk Bones in half and shove them in the hole, and let her loose…
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All Better Now!
