To me, this little fellow is far more precious than he is sad. It's truly amazing how dogs learn to adapt as if there's nothing wrong with them at all. If only we humans were so flexible.
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- The Pirates are really just the opening act . . .
- Thanks for your support . . .
- What they were REALLY thinking . . .
- Just stating the obvious . . .
- I smell progress . . .
- Jim and Dave emailing about the Elbow Room . . .
- I love it when the boys play . . .
- Sunday afternoon with the folks . . .
- Snakes in the grass . . .
- I bet he's faster than a dog without wheels . . .
- Jim and Dave emailing about my blog . . .
- Cooler than Steely McBeam . . .
- I can see the resemblance . . .
- The Curse of Sid Bream . . .
- Don't they sell products for that on the internet?
- iPhucked . . .
- I wouldn't call it road rage, but . . .
- Speaking of that hair style . . .
- Stories from the Hill . . .
- The word from Delphi is . . .
- Does this hair style have a name?
- Stories from the Hill District . . .
- In today's email inbox . . .
- It's about bloody time . . .
- Can he even vote for Luke in November?
- And speaking of dogs . . .
- About best friends . . .
- Does Brooklyn have another tree that we can borrow?
- End of summertime blues
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