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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Bev, That is yours and Conley's special bonding
time...His special momma time that no one else gets to share in. Since
Colt is a momma hog, and will sometimes try to rout Ruger out of snuggling on
the couch with me Ruger has his own special momma time that Colt can't rout
him out of. When I go to sit on the back patio with a glass of wine
Ruger will all of a sudden becomes a lap dog. Since we are in a lawn chair
Colt has no way to squeeze his brother out. It is Ruger's momma time!
lol</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV>Safe surgery & Speedy recovery drool for Phoebe. Tilly & Harvey you
be nice to your sister and let her heal up.</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Cowboy and Rupert, you two need to play nice
now! No more fighting over silly ol' toy's. Besides Cowboy if you
hurt Rupert to bad than momma will have to take him to the vet and that cost
money...your bone & toy money!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Colt woofing in. Today be a bad day here at
ASTT HQ. Momma took us both in to see the vetman for our annual violations. She
said they are annual physicals but I tell you that we were violated!.
First that nurse pooh Ms. Devanie she put sticks in our ears and then one right
up the ol' pooper! What the doG? Then she put a sharpie thing in our legs
and pulls out some of our vital blood. She finally leave and Ruger and I
think that it is time to go home, but momma just sitting there. Ruger told her
to get off her fat tutkus and take us back home. But noooo, she say that we have
to see the vet man. Well he finally come in and he ask me to stand on this
big step. I do and then the step start rising, and I was levitating, it
was the coolest. Then he started with the interrogations, he shine a lite in my
eyes, then my ears and then my mouth. Then he put the cold thing on my
chest. I don't know where this dude learned to interrogate but he sucked, I said
nothing! Well then he had the nerve to tell me that I needed to loose some
weight. I'm not fat, I'm big boned! Then he started to shoove needles in the
back of my neck skin. Still didn't hurt, I still not tell him anything. Then he
lowered me back to the floor...weeeewwww on the floating table. Too
cool. Then he made Ruger get on the floating table and levitated
him. This man must be one of those magical medicine men from some ancient
native american tribe. He did the same thing to Ruger but Ruger didn't tell him
anything either. So finally momma went to pay our bill and get our critter
ridder medicine, and when the nice girl behind the counter told her the price
momma told us that we had to get a job! yeah like that will ever happen,
besides we have a job! Protecting our family and the nation from terrorist
squirrelsistans and RaTalibans. </FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>I hope that everyone else had a better day then we
did. Oh and now we are in solitary confinement. Momma said that it
was for our own protection because the bug man had to spray to keep the creepy
crawlies out of our home. What she think that she have Ruger & I for?
We keep the creepy crawlies out too! Colt out. P.S. Hello Sadee
Maye...I loves you! </FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>