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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"

Friday, April 22, 2011

ELLA TRIUMPHANT 

Ella is now completely restored to her old self - my spoiled little princess, convinced that she owns the world and can make that world quail with her tiny growl, and rush to feed her chicken when she bats her tiny eyelashes.
Comments:
Glad to hear that the infection remains vanquished and that there is plenty of grin in your chin. Ok I'm not a poet and I know it. :-)

Regards

Ann and Plato
 
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