Well the baby is feeling a little punk. It could be any number things: Maybe that greeting card in its envelope with the warm and touching note to my neighbor. I found it torn to bits; strewn about the room with many bits all soggy and gummed up. In collecting the pieces I have come to the opinion that there are pieces missing...never to be seen again. OR...it could be that magazine she destroyed. It was an appropriate choice: Modern Dog, She paid particular attention to the article about our newest senator, Al Franken, and his quest for service dogs for our service members. Again, I can't swear that I found it all. Or wait a minute...what about all those unwelcome gifts left behind by the rabbits or the frozen surprises from nasty cats that run feral in my neighborhood?! And what's the deal with that anyway? I can't let my dog roam free doing her business in your yard whenever she pleases, why then can your cat do that in my yard? But I digress...so, for now, she's only eating rice and we'll see what comes out on the other end. Maybe I'll find that $5.00 bill that I swear I had in my purse!
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