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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.
Ayla sez “Awwww, poor Frankie! I may be 8-years-old now, but I’d still LOVE to be able to play with you!”
That is so cute! Rocco matured almost overnight when he turned 3 and all of a sudden he started “rolling” his eyes at playful youngsters. He plays only when HE decides the mood is right LOL
I”M GAME!!!
Play bows,
Zim
I’m betting that Cheoah can’t resist for long!
I hear ya dude…… I’m one of those hunting for yesterday’s news kinda guys too!
Yeah being young means all you want to do is play, play, play. My bruce is like that all day and night long. He is almost 2. Hugs and kisses to the herd and please someone play with frankie.
Cuties all! Love them!