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Apr
2012
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oh the joy of the ripping and tearing of cardboard

snuggling. check. food. check. walk. check. lounging in morning sun. check. the shear joy of shreading cardboard. check. happy pup. check. such a deep black and wiggly all over, I am guessing she’s almost a year old but that’s me guessing. gain a pup and lose a deer pod. noticed they are not observably frequenting my microforest. must be a result of pup on the prowl since I don;t leash, house or fence her in. she stays because she chooses to.

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