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| Here I am getting ready. Mom kept telling me about how good I was going do. We kept having pep talks in bed every morning. Mom's idea of performing those obedience exercises isn't much fun. I'm trying to decide whether I'm going to do what Mom wants or what I want to do. If the judges would give points based on creativity, I could have a perfect 200 each time we went in the ring! |
| Do you see how the woodwork is all chewed up? Robbi did that. She's only 18" tall, and when she was a baby and was teething, she'd sit at the window and look out. There weren't any pillows there then, so the window sill was just the right height for Robbi to sit and gnaw on. It looks like a demented beaver worked on it, doesn't it? |
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