Wednesday, October 8, 2008
A Chore of the Past
It's hard to say goodbye sometimes....but not to this chore! Goodbye doggy doo, yellow spots in the lawn, barking in the middle of the night, morning, noon, and afternoon, chewed up shoes, pooey shoes, slimy sliding glass door, and ruined garden produce. I will miss the love our dogs freely gave. I cried when we sent Toby to a new home, and I cried when we sent Turk to a new home. I loved their sweet personalities, but you can't make me miss all the rest. 
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Oh, the memory of this day warms my heart. I couldn't help but laugh.
I will be forever grateful that my sister's allergies prevent us from EVER getting a dog . . . or a cat. . . or a bunny . . . or a horse (well, that one might be fun.) Still, it will always save us the argument. "Do you want Aunt Camille to LIVE? Well, then, no pets!")
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