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Turd hockey was a hot topic, no pun intended, when I was a newbie to the list, and it was very fun to read. Glad to read that a blast from the past still lives on in the minds of the DD family. <div><br></div><div>Those in my herd who enjoy a poop snack prefer fresh baked of late, leaving the pucks behind. However, since they are quick to clean up, there is not always a puck to be found any way, gross yes, I hate it, but I have learned, don't fix what I cannot change. I do the best I can, and they are all really in good shape, more or less, so I will pick my battles as they come.<div><br></div><div>Today was a day I noticed out loud, in my mind, how lucky I am to have so many hounds which while sometimes is a big noisy fest, too many under feet, blobs all over, for a moment today, while they were napping, and mine nap a lot, but really not that much, as they watch squirrels, the neighborhood, delivery people, me and my sister and each other, but anyway, I went to each one of them and spent a moment of love and caress and appreciation. More so than on the average everyday of hustle and bustle.</div><div><br></div><div>Today was a good day. </div><div><br></div><div>Healing drool and condolences to all in need. It is a blanket statement, I know, but it is sincere.</div><div><br></div><div>God Bless,</div><div><br></div><div>Jackie, Pumpkin (just started on Dasuquin with MSM), Jean Paul (needed tramadol for this cold snap), Jellybean, Nigel, Colette, Max, Nikki and Pierre Jr.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div> </div></body>
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