<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><DIV>Hi everyone, I can finally reach the keyboards and see it.</DIV>
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<DIV>Let me tell you a little story. It started out last Wednesday. dadPerson had some popcorn and he didn't finish it so he left his bowl on the counter. I came along and spotted the bowl on the counter and knocked it onto the floor to eat the popcorn. Cyrus heard it fall and came into the kitchen to help me eat the popcorn. And then ..... well .... I have some latent issues. I had food aggression real bad at one point and it's *mostly* gone now so everyone is relaxed about it but it was just me in the kitchen and Cyrus is so big and so fast with popcorn and something snapped .... and I went after him. Now ..... I don't bite .... I slobber. Profusely. This has happened before and Cyrus got yucky and slimy and that was it. But this time was different. Cyrus has a compressed disc in his back and he is in some pain and he was feeling real grumpy and went I flipped out and attacked ..... he
defended himself. He really did and he bit me right on the snooter. He DID and he even broke the skin and a solitary drop of blood came right out of the nick in my snooter. Well, I froze. And he froze. And the momPerson came in and told us to knock it off and she saw the drop of blood right on my snooter and she went and got her hydrogen peroxide and cleaned the spot and thought that was that.</DIV>
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<DIV>Then, the next day momPerson LEFT. She left and went to someplace called Napa County and saw the girls at camp. She said the last 5 miles to camp the road was full of winerys. Some places called Sterling and Beringer and Rutheford and Freemark Abby and Grgich Hills were all there on one 5 mile strip of road right before you get to the mountain where the camp is. She thinks she finally figured out why the girls love camp so much but they aren't even supposed to drink wine, they are only 12 and 14 (well the 14 year old will be 15 on Friday). Anyway momPerson was gone doing G-d knows what up there for 3 whole days and when she came home my little tiny nick was a gash .... about an inch and a half long. momPerson said to dadPerson "what happened." And the clueless dadPerson (they are a set) said "he's been scratching at it." And, to prove his point, I gave a good scratch and scratched the scab right off
and it started bleeding (again). So ...... the mean ole clueless momPerson went out to the garage and got the blow up donut and put it ON MY HEAD and I couldn't reach the snooter with my back foot to scratch, every time I tried I scratched the stupid donut. The stupid donut doesn't fit through my dog door.</DIV>
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<DIV>THE STUPID DONUT GETS IN THE WAY AND WON'T LET ME SCRATCH AND I HATE, HATE, HATE THE STUPID DONUT.</DIV>
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<DIV>It's been two days and the scratch looks better and I got the clueless momPerson to take the donut off this morning. I promised her I won't scratch. Now I can reach the keyboard and see what I'm typing so I thought I'd tell you all about it.</DIV>
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<DIV>BTW .... my girls came home from camp. I love my girls. I'm in heaven. Julianne didn't even notice my scratch but Natalie asked about it in the first 5 minutes. </DIV>
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<DIV>more later from Snoopy</DIV></div></body></html>