Dylan now calls Snuffy DAW-GUH, as do I. Or Nuffy, which I also like. A couple of Dylan/Snuffy's grandparents independently sent well wishes (before I even posted about it, meaning they know when Snuffy's birthday is), including an issue of BARk, the modern dog culture magazine ("You don't read to him enough") and a card complimenting his good looks ("Everyone's SITTING UP and taking notice"). They'll spoil him rotten.
For his birthday Dylan got me up really early on his behalf. That's about the extent of our celebration so far, but who knows what the night will bring.
In the meantime, he will be here trying to use his eyes to get you to do stuff for him.
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Dogs of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your leashes!!
BLEISENBLOG does not tolerate incendiary comments, especially ones that encourage her dog to overthrow her.
And remember-all dogs are equal but some are more equal than others...
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