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Oct
2012
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the sad eyes!

each morning as I leave for work, I slip her a raw hide twizzler. she plops down on the porch, twizzler dropped and ungnawed. she gives me her best don't leave me sad eyes. I feel bad and I remind myself how she is sooooo ruffing it on the porch and ten acres. I know as soon as I leave her grasshopper hunting shall resume.

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