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Wings of Doom
December 12, 2024
A simple nightly routine with my dogs led me to face the wings of doom, a hideous creature that lurks in the shadows of my yard.
Congrats on the new addition of the Thundering Herd. He’s cute like they all are!
I am 84 and the sight of poop bags for walking being stuck in Mom’s
pocket makes me woo, loud and long!!
Oh Frankie. You are too cute.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! π
–Andrea
XOXOXO
That’s the wonder of puppies, everything is for the first time! π And then you turn around and they’re thirteen years old. *sigh*
Oh the torture π
Walk walk walk –
I wish woo khould have been with me last night – we were walking on Mom was babbling – she asked me what goes through my head when we are walking –
Of khourse, I’m SO not telling!
Hugz&Khysses,
Khyra
PeeEssWoo: This reminds me, I MUST get nudging!
Make that AND Mom was babbling –
I’m so in a hurry to get her leashed up!
Monty hasn’t grown out of that “OMD – I get to go for a walk, REALLY?” phase. It has been three years…. Sigh…
Sam
Boy i loves me that Typhoon. sure hope he keeps his mask. juno kept much of hers. that way he can’t be identified when he commits his crimes. Notice I wrote “when”…
I’m 73 years old and identify with the pup. The world is full of wet blankets, isn’t it? Thank you so much for the pictures.