Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Granddog

As I walk downstairs in the early morning darkness, a squirrel cries out in alarm. He has been stepped on because he is laying on the stairs. He is made of fuzzy material and a squeaker. He is not alone. He has many fuzzy, squeaky friends.

Our stairway is littered with dog toys.

Here is why:


We love this dog!

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