now back to my yard dust bowl. the dad is taking down all those beds he fenced off from me. I get to supervise.
he going to see his sister in texas soon and a nice girl visits me then. things sure changed when the mom died, maybe again after we move, I sure miss all her rubbing, she gave me lots, the dad lets me lick his yogurt boxes
so it could be worse I guess. my favorite car to ride in is gone, to a daughter who needed it. so now I get to ride in the truck if dad can clean it. if anyone is still listening bark bark and I'll try to get him on again.