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| Bella Whiskers |
Hi, Everybody!
I know, you're expectin' my handsome face. Instead...Black Dog.
Today, I'd like to talk whiskers.
Bella's whiskers...and her many moods.
Dog whiskers are extremely sensitive. You never want to cut them.
It would be like blindfoldin' a person. That's how important whiskers are to us.
In this picture, she's just hangin' out and listenin' to Mom.
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| More Bella Whiskers |
After Mom pet her, she kinda tucked her whiskers in. Hmmm. Maybe she wanted
Mom to leave her alone? I know, sometimes I do. All that chirpin' and pettin'.
Unless she's got cookies or somethin' else tasty, I'm usually too busy to put up with
that for too long. But, hey, enough about me. We were talkin' Bella, weren't we?
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| Lots of Bella Whiskers |
There they are. Completely relaxed and ready to snooze. Curly, whacked whiskers.
That's our Boo. hee hee
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| The End |
That's pretty much the long and short of it for me this week.
Mom and Dad were up to their ears movin' in a new bedroom set yesterday. The
bed's so high, I'll have to remember not to jump off it. I'll break my furry neck if I do!
I'm not sure I like the idea of bein' lifted up and down. I like jumpin', and bein' my own
man, but I'll let Mom tell you all about it. I don't want to steal her thunder, and all.
I'll see you again in seven. 'til then...
"Chase A Dream - Or A Squirrel".












