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Little Bird, Little Bird…

…fly through my window!

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Note, little bird, that the song did not say “Poop on my lawn chair!”  or “Make my small dogs bark!”.  You really should reconsider your agenda for the day.

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When Geordie was a puppy, he had a bird friend:  The Faux-hawk Robin.  This bird had a peculiar feather-do that made him easy to spot.  After that first friend, Geordie was never playful with birds again.  I am glad I got to watch the two of them together.

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To read more of Bitey’s adventures, pick up a copy of his book, A Tired Mommy Is a  Good Mommy available in paperback and Kindle versions at Amazon.

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Still Alive

It has been way too long since poor Bitey got to tell a story.  Don’t worry, more are on the way.  We have been working together on creating a book based on The Adventures of Bitey Dog.  Since we started the project, we have had a number of obstacles, but it appears we are getting close to publishing.  Once the book is ready, we will post a link to it here so that you can check it out if you would like.

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(This is only hopeful thinking….our grass is still dead from winter.)

Wishing you all a great week of avoiding doing your taxes!

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First Week Memories

These memories are for when I look back and try to recall what Toby did at which stages of development.

During his first week….

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I had to add water to Toby’s kibble because he was too little to eat the chunks when they were dry.

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Toby didn’t know how to shake.  First he would shake the back end, then the front end.  He didn’t know how to shake them together to properly fluff his fur.

Grrrrr!

At first, Toby was too tiny to make the first step out of the front door, so I would carry him.  One time, I was carrying him inside my coat for the five steps from the front door to the snow when he just conked out.   I couldn’t bring myself to wake him, so I just stood there with the puppy tucked in my coat. Toby was too tiny to see, and as people drove past, they gave me the strangest looks.  (“Look at the odd woman standing in the yard looking at her coat!”)

Geordie wasn’t a happy camper because he had to wait inside.

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