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White Bros

My little bro Bruce loves to play with me. And I don’t care, except I don’t get much exercise playing with him because I don’t even have to stand up.​ He, however, gets wiped out. I have to be careful not to paw him to death:-)

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The Shark

Mommis is hanging around with a new animal called a Shark. Me and Trina are trying to hide in Uncle Max’s room so it doesn’t get us but it keeps following us. 

It makes a terrible loud noise and sucks up everything I was planning to pick up and eat myself. It’s eating all of our snacks.Mommis didn’t use to pal around with noisy animals. In fact, when we’re noisy she makes us be quiet. So how come this Shark gets special rules?

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What is Going on Here?

So I walk into the kitchen this morning, and there is Bruce on top of the garbage. This is a terrible state of affairs for lots of reasons. First of all, how did he get there? Did he jump off the counter and land there? Second, how can I get into the garbage and find out if there’s anything good in there. If I put my paw on the thing on the bottom, the lid will open and Bruce will fly through the air. We discussed a plan, but came to no conclusions.IMG_0513.jpgIMG_0511.jpgI left for my walk with Mommis, who didn’t seem upset; she just took a couple of pictures.

And when I got back he wasn’t there anymore. Mysterious. A ghost? It’s Halloween.

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My Sistah From Another Mother

So the Biltmore Golf Course is overseeding and we’re allowed to go on there and run. That is, if nobody sees us, because technically we aren’t allowed to go on there and run. But early in the morning nobody does see us. Except other people with dogs.

This morning we were running the course and I saw something white coming toward me that looked like me. As she came closer, I could see she was a British Cream like I am. I’ve never seen another me.

Her name is Sandy and she came from Dallas. Her father is a nice man named Bill who is on his 8th golden. I guess he loves us! He said he had lost many goldens to cancer and got a British cream because we don’t have that incidence of cancer because we’re not inbred.

I didn’t understand a word he said, but I thought Sandy was beautiful. She’s an older woman though, two years old, and she wouldn’t look at me.