Sunday, May 3, 2009
dead dog
April 25-Trip died at a very young age.We assume he got poisoned by a frog because he wouldn't bark when we arrived ,wouldn't play fetch ,nor would he eat the deer meat hot dogs.And 'ya wanna know what,he loved to do all those things.Now he's dead and in the ground and I have a dozen of tennis and squeaky balls rolling every where. And now the backyard is a sorry scene.
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3 comments:
I'm sorry about Trip, Caleb. I know you miss him. You should write about having a new little sister! I love you. Love, Aunt Lindsay
Keep up the writing Caleb, you have a natural talent! I am glad Papa and I got to spend time with you and your family. We miss you a lot! Love, Marmar
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