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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag |
Hi, Everybody!
I know. This is the same picture I used last week. It's okay. Today, I'm gonna show you more recycled pictures. I'm in a nostalgic mood.
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Brynwood Needleworks - Puppy Taggart |
Just yesterday, I was sittin' in the kitchen, talkin' with Mom. Our conversation went somethin' like this:
"Hey, Mom! Do you remember when I was just a little puppersnapper?"
"Yes, Tag. I remember it well. Here's the first time I ever saw your wee, handsome face.
You were still living with the breeder, and they sent me this picture from their farm, where you were born."
"Was I lookin' at you, Mom?"
"No, Tag. You were looking at whoever was taking the picture.
You sure looked serious for such a small boy."
"I couldn't help it. I was bein' mauled by the little girl that made me stand on the table."
Mom just laughed at me and said I was bein' melodramatic (whatever
that means).
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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag, Out Cold |
The first people I met (after Mom and Dad decided I should come and live with them), were Aunt Marion and Uncle Doug. They had a playpen for me, and I ran around so much with them and my new friend, Nikki (their black Labrador), that I had to take a power nap. (Aunt Marion and Uncle Doug loved me so much, they decided to get my real brother, Trip, a week later.)
Mom said that when I fell asleep, I really fell asleep! What can I say? I was a puppy, and puppies really need their rest. (I decided to maintain a little modesty in the picture, though.) lol
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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag Sleepin' In The Airstream Shoe Spot |
Mom, Dad, Kessie and I lived together in the Airstream that whole summer. I didn't know we actually had a big house until we went home to Florida after a summer of travelin'. This was my favorite sleepin' spot. (Yeah. I know. I was upside down again.) That was a cool spot, although it didn't take long for me to outgrow it.
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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag and Kes |
Kessie was my first, best friend. I thought she was the coolest girl I'd ever met. It's sad that she was old and we only had about a month together. I miss her all the time, so it's a good thing that black dog is my roommate now.
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Brynwood Needleworks - Tag's Puppy Sit |
So, I could fill this post with millions more pictures of cute puppy me, but I don't want you to get bored. I just wanted to take a little stroll down Memory Lane and thought you'd like to walk along with me. Maybe we'll do it again some time. Don't worry. It won't be for a while.
I'll see you again in seven, 'til then...
"Live Like Someone Left The Gate Open".