Tuesday, July 27, 2004
Just a little something funny...
When I was growing up, we had a dog named Peanuts. He was part poodle, part Chihuahua and part miniature sheep dog. An interesting combination rolled into a very cute pup! He was a very spoiled little dog travelling with us by private plane and staying in four star hotels. And, like most dogs, Peanuts begged for table scraps. One evening when my mother and I were watching TV, I sat down with a bowl of ice cream and, of course, Peanuts showed up at my feet wagging his tail in expectation. I... Sign in
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