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lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Sorry but the only comment I could come up with for this was not very nice, so I am still thinking about it~!!! My dog Tammi hops up on my chest with her little face near mine, and her little love groaning is more like a low growl, but I know that she is saying that everything is going to be OK. None of that squeaky mickey mouse stuff, just real dog talk~!
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Or maybe, after 15 days it’s time for a foray out to the grocery store. That was an interesting experience, but I really needed milk, eggs, and bread!
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