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And their energetic little dog Abby are visiting today. They live in the rural hills an hour away, but my father has some party in Ithaca with a bunch of his college buddies. I was just going to be the dog sitter, but I told my mom she didn't want to hang out with those guys, swapping stories of the good old days, when fraternities could haze with impunity and a C was a decent enough grade.
So my mom can hang around and I can bake some chocolate cookies for her for mother's day and the four dogs can roll around and get underfoot.
3 comments:
Hello - Mamasita! Have a grand day with Gary and the the pooches.
I am so happpy to see what good taste your parents have when it comes to dogs. Those springers just simply cannot be beat. There are 3 in my checkered past who will always remain in my heart -- Toger, George and Pete. ANd how right you are, and I know she'd agree, much nicer to be there with her boy and the pooches than with that bunch of 'rememberees!'
Oops! The first dog was ROGER, not Toger!
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