Ah, another cold rainy day here in Portland.  A little rain will never stop me – I must have my afternoon walkie!

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Mmm… messages.  First must check the pee-mail.

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And what have we here?  A delicious stick, perhaps?

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I’m pretending it’s not there – I don’t see a delicious, juicy stick – there is no stick right in front of me…

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No stick – No stick – No stick

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Haha – no head!

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I know, I know mama, we have to get to the business of the afternoon walkie.  I’ll just mark this tree – and not that fabulous stick – for later…

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Love,

Bogart

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