Pocahontas

Nov
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She thinks deeply and sweetly, my Poky. She thinks of hay and she thinks of the Giant Puppy. She thinks of molasses cookies and she thinks of the Giant Puppy. She thinks of pear peels and she thinks of the Giant Puppy.


Okay, okay, SHE THINKS ABOUT THE GIANT PUPPY ALL THE TIME.

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on November 9, 2009  

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  1. 11-9
    6:54
    am

    Wish our little donkey felt that way about our dogs…she’d like to run them into the ground along with the poor chickens. Today we have to put up a fence to separate the chickens from her…the poor things don’t want to leave the coop! Guess we’ll have to get another animial that she can bond with one day. In the meantime I’ll enjoy your photo’s and dream…

  2. 11-9
    10:31
    am

    It must be true love! :hug:

  3. 11-9
    10:33
    am

    Makes me feel bad for JACK! I love JACK! He is so handsome…seriously so handsome….! Poor Poor Jack LOL

  4. 11-9
    11:19
    am

    I love Pocahontas and I love Giant Puppy. I fully support their lifestyle choice.

  5. 11-9
    2:11
    pm

    Love is a many splendored thing… or something like that! :dancingmonster: :reindeer:

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