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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Californian FB"><span style='font-size:
12.0pt'>I finally mustered up the courage to view Max’s tribute on
youtube, and of course, I’m in tears…but good ones, because that
sweet smooshy boy had such a great life! How blessed you are to have had him
in your life, and I truly hope that your wonderful memories will drown out the
sadness that surely fills your heart. Diva and Sophie send sad aroooooohs your
way.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Californian FB"><span style='font-size:
12.0pt'>Also, the girls are wishing a very very happy birthday to Ms. Beasley!
Get your extra extra special birthday belly rubs today and let em’ spoil
ya rotten! <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Californian FB"><span style='font-size:
12.0pt'>Now to my most graceful episode last night…Ok, so I don’t
know if my whole family has our moving to a new house on the brain, or there is
something in the air or what, but last night just as I got home, we had a bit
of basset-koo-koo-mayhem fill the house! I had just gotten home from work,
changed into my tennis shoes, and turned to the two I call my shadows and said “Are
we ready for our walk, girls?” Of course they go berserk-o, running
around looking for their collars and beating the sides of my legs with their
seemingly 400 lb. tails. SOOO…I finally stumble over them and get to the
sink to fill their water bowl, and since my back is turned, Sophie takes the
opportunity to snatch an open bag of chips from the bottom shelf of the
pantry. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, my daughter is attaching Diva’s
leash to her collar (the other end is around my wrist in the sink filling up
the bowl…see where this is going?) My son yells, “Sophie No!!”,
she jerks her head around, chips fly all over the kitchen floor, I turn to the
right to see what’s going on, holding the completely full humongous
stainless steel bowl of water, not realizing that the tie to my sweater is
wrapped around the cabinet door, along with the leash that is around my forearm
and unbeknownst to me, also clipped to Diva’s collar (thank you daughter
of mine for “helping”), my sweater pulls my body and the leash
pulls my arm, the water goes FLYING across the kitchen, all over Sophie, my son
and all the chips that she has just flung across the entire room, Diva, who is
hooked to me (again, unbeknownst to me) comes jerking towards me, I fall on the
floor, hung up on the cabinet door by my sweater and the big ol bowl of what’s
left of the water lands first on my head then comes to a final rest on my lap. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face="Californian FB"><span style='font-size:
12.0pt'>Sophie had long since yelped and hauled a$$ out of the room when the
water came flying in her direction and the dripping wet and slightly confused Diva
just sat there and looked at me with this face that said “seriously”?
At that point I gave up and just sat there and laughed. What else can you do? <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><strong><b><font size=4 color="#007122" face="Californian FB"><span
style='font-size:13.5pt;font-family:"Californian FB";color:#007122'>Jessica L.
Sutton<o:p></o:p></span></font></b></strong></p>
<p class=MsoNormal><strong><b><font size=4 color="#007122" face="Californian FB"><span
style='font-size:13.5pt;font-family:"Californian FB";color:#007122'>With Diva (my
goodness, look what she’s done now) and Sophie (what gives momma??)</span></font></b></strong><o:p></o:p></p>
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