PABLO
The Pablo dog we were fostering is with the vet. We don't know when he's coming back. He has A Problem. I am very sad and so is My Mom. Pablo is okay for a dog and I wish I could tuck him in and tell him goodnight. I've been walking behind My Mom saying "EEEEE". It's a long E and I make a sound that's between a whine and a keen. It drives My Mom crazy but I want to make sure she knows how bad I feel.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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