I've read with interest the antics of your little ones. I have a few stories to tell here as a result of my crew. What they do seems mild thought, compared to some of my rescues. Wherever I go outside, I'm accompanied by at least three dogs, all from the pound, taken in as rescues (and spayed). One is an Irish Setter/Golden Retriever, and the other two are Labs. They LOVE me. They run and play around me, and, on occasion, they have knocked me flat as they run so close playing chase. Even the time they knocked me flat on my back, causing severe pain for three weeks wasn't as bad as today. As I said, they LOVE me. I am blessed with so many presents they bring to show this love. Today, I was double blessed. My chocolate Lab, Cheyenne had a dead rattlesnake, so as not to be outdone, my yellow Lab, Belle went and found a dead rat. Of course I'm on a walk, away from the house when they bring their treasures to me. Belle wants to touch me as she walks. Can you imagine me trying to avoid the dead rat? Of course it's hot, and my legs are bare. Ugh! I'm hurrying to the house, but here comes the snake in Cheyenne's mouth. Why can't they love me a little less
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