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I just sat down to blog and Danny came to me whinning to sit on my lap. I thought he had gone to bed but he is up and now he wants my attention. He will be pouncing on the keys soon. I called my real estate friend. Her husband will call me to make an appointment to fix the ceiling and which out my light fixtures. I did a little trimming of the hedge with the grass shears today. There were just a few sprigs sticking up and I didn't feel like dragging out the cord. Danny's patience has come to an end so I'll sign off. He's a spoiled little dog.
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Posted by tedkarol at October 6, 2008 9:46 PMHi Karol, I loved the picture of Danny Boy sitting on someone's lap. That's a face that anyone could love. Undoubtedly he is spoiled, but, that is understandable with those expressions. He actually seems to smile in some of the pictures I've seen, and in others, he looks so contemplative. Smart little guy.
Very glad you're feeling some better. Ruth
Posted by: Ruth at October 7, 2008 3:37 PM