Our sweet puppy, Tonks, at least that's what I thought until I got home from work last night. I went to change and saw I had left a new cashmere sweater that my parents got in February on the bed. When I went to put it away I noticed something was wrong.
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oooooooooooh...bad dog! Now you are experiencing that dogs often train their people! I'm sure sorry it happened to you...
Daddy
Tonks says, "Hi! My name is Bad Dog, No No, Don't Eat Cashmere!"
And Megan, not that you are a blogger I expect a lot more comments on my blog. :-) Just trying to lay it out there!
Okay, I meant to say, "...NOW that you are a blogger..."
Opps! Time for bed!
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