Everything was fine until I called Mom to tell I was not taking Claren for a walk because it was too cold.
She said OK and asked if everything was all right.
It was so I said so, but then I started thinking: Is it?
I started feeling so rotten. I decided too walk Claren, even though it was cold, to see if it would make me feel better.
It did a little, and it was't that cold.
Monday, January 16, 2012
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1 comment:
when big s walked cleo today, they saw a groundhog in the woods across the street from us. I think the walks make many people and doges feel better.
mtc
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