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| Charlie |
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| Espresso |
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| Gus |
Good evening, Everybun!
I keep hearing, "Hoppy Birthday, Charlie!," and wonder, "What gives!?" Ah ..., my hoomin thinks I'm a month old now, that it's all gravy from now on, and if he had any smarts, he would take each day like I do: loafing, noming, hopping, and just being glad that the day is to be had. Even if it's M*nd*y. Because as nasty as M*nd*y can be, it's still a day.
So, I sayz, "Fine - hold the candle and double up on the cawwots!"
In other news, we're enjoying Spressy not sneezing. My hoomin got pretty good at giving him those Oflaxicin nose drops, so it's as little traumatizing and quick as possible.
And this upcoming Tuesday, Gus and I are going for our wellness checks at our new V. E. T. Thump!
Goodnight and good luck!
- Charlie
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