Saturday, March 29, 2008

Not Our Dog

We have a lot of dogs in the neighborhood.  This one comes around every day.  Dad says he's not our dog.  He likes us a lot.  We like to pet him.  A couple days ago when Dad was gone, we fed him.  He liked that a lot.  We also learned that he likes to catch Cheetos in the air.  When Dad heard about that he reminded us that he's not our dog.  Yesterday when Dad was out again, we had the dog in.  He's a real good dog.  Too bad he's not ours.  I wonder if his daddy told him that we're not his. 

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