At least Truman’s “doctor visits” are taken care of. My truck, not so much.
I promised him he won’t have to be flushed every three thousand miles, but I’m not sure he believed me.
At least Truman’s “doctor visits” are taken care of. My truck, not so much.
I promised him he won’t have to be flushed every three thousand miles, but I’m not sure he believed me.
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April 23 – Truman takes his first trip to Barnes & Noble, where we reserve our copy of the last book in the Hairy… er, Harry Potter series.
He refused to pose in front of the books on dog training, so we went with my favorite fantasy author instead. Truman is, after all, a little “Feist”y.
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April 21 – Truman receives “The Banana,” a very silly toy that instantly becomes his favorite, from Auntie Tina and Uncle Ron. As of this writing, The Banana is miraculously still intact and very popular.
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April 18 – Mom says that when I was a baby, all they had to do to get me to go to sleep was put me in the car and drive around the block.
Guess it runs in the family.
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If you haven’t seen it, and you intend to (highly recommended, by the way), do NOT read this post. It will spoil the whole thing.
If you have seen it, you will understand when I say that some days I spend my time looking all over the apartment for Truman’s twin.
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April 16 – Truman and I are officially Puppy Kindergarten graduates!
Of all the group pictures we took, I thought this one was most appropriate. (Back row: Truman, Tia, Unity. Front row: Suki, Tai, Salem, Stuart.) Don’t we all look like pros?
The “T” siblings:
My little man matriculates!
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April 13 – Truman is handsome. But he is handsome EVERY day.
And Blogger’s portrait-view image issue still sucks.
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April 12 – Truman takes out his boredom on an unsuspecting beloved American icon.
Or perhaps he’s just angry because he’s not allowed to go to Disneyland until he’s a year old.
Three pairs of my favorite jeans, which are no longer made.
Trumanated. Ripped by an exuberant, open-jawed, leaping Labrador who doesn’t always want to go for a nice calm walk.
It’s a good thing he’s so freakin’ cute.
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