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Category: Family
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Independence Day took on a new meaning for us today. It's done – Belle's sentence is over, her Cone of Shame gone, as well as her stitches. She's an outside dog again, free to run and jump on Max as much as she wants again, or at least as much as he'll allow. No more…
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I almost went to the Fourth of July parade this morning. If all the kids weren't home, or if at least one of them had been interested in going with me, I would have been sitting there on my usual curb when the heavens opened up and poured (not just rained) at 10am. For once,…
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Their property backs up to ours. We've met them, but don't really know them. They aren't 'easy' neighbors, as in 'easy' to get to. There's a hill, overgrown trails, a barbed wire fence and lots of tree-covered acreage between our house and theirs. We've never socialized and our girls didn't either, although they were near…
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…in an e-collar. Poor Belle. But at least she's home safe and sound and spayed. At first, neither the surgery nor the e-collar slowed her down. She rocketed down the stairs (as fast as you can rocket on a leash) and when I let Max in to see her, she kissed him and jumped on…
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Oh, how I dreaded this morning! The weeks have flown by, and Baby Belle isn't a baby anymore. She's a young teenager, capable of becoming a mother – and we had to do something about that. The challenge? At 6 every morning this dog is exploding with energy! She's Rocket Dog, Wild Child, Christopher Robin's Tigger all…
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He left Texas heat mirages for Wyoming snow Glided thousands of miles along highways that cut through flatlands and rose into the Rocky mountains Rode beside herds of antelope and prong-horned deer Held little Haila, his newborn granddaughter (named for the grandmother watching her from heaven) Celebrated Father's Day with his new-father son Climbed Independence…
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…All of my life, you've been right here, holding my hand… loose when I needed loose, tight when I needed tight… but never letting go. I disappointed you at times over the years (Oh, yes I did and you know it!) but you never stopped believing in me, never stopped wanting…
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It was dawn, but little light filtered through the gray clouds; Belle was merely a shadow on the other side of the French doors, a silhouette of a well-behaved puppy, sitting politely, patiently. I couldn't see her eyes, but I knew she was watching me, silently begging for an early walk. I can't resist puppy…
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