. . . and after a short stay with Liana and with Toni,
he came to stay with us on 15 February 2006.
The poor little waif had dandruff and diarrhea,
and his skin had a distinct . . . shall we say . . . odor.
He also had a wonderful attitude,
bestowing kisses on everyone.
The first toy he grabbed was a booda . . .
he carried it around with him like a long-lost friend.
Max, Rico, & Cari
TOYS!!
The poster behind the toybox states:
Every dog lover should . . .
know his dog's birthsign;
leave messages for the dog;
get birthday gifts from the dog;
consider getting a cat for the dog;
see babies and think of puppies;
have a near-miss in traffic because a dog was walking by;
have stepped in some;
barefoot; in the dark;
know better than to leave a closet open;
know all dogs by name, if not all owners;
be pleased to learn that 63% of you sleep with them;
buy anything a dog is selling;
be counted on to ask, no matter what other awful things are reported, was the dog ok;
understand they are never replaced;
AND you will fall in love again . . .
Getting all the way IN the toy box
(pictures are blurry because he keeps moving
. . . and moving
. . . and moving
. . . and moving . . .)
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