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Goodbye old friend. Hootie: 1997-2009
I'll never forget the day I first saw him. We were driving home from Golden and Kathy said "Why don't you go this way?" We headed down a street I had never been on and found ourselves driving by a little strip mall. Then Kathy says "Turn in here a minute." Now my spidey senses are on alert, and sure enough, we wind up parking in front of a pet store. Kathy had been out in Golden a couple of days before and had found Hootie sitting in a cage looking so lonely. When we walked in, there was a sad little puppy up high in his own cage, with a sign that had 2 different prices crossed out and the third was pretty low. He had been taken and then returned to the pet store. I knew right then that we were heading home with another dog, I had been suckered! I still wasn't quite over the loss of our Golden Retriever, but I never do seem to get over the loss of a pet. Kathy knows that I need a replacement though, and seeing as we always have dogs in pairs, our
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ReplyDeleteThat's great! I had to show that one to my son, who loves Mr. T. He's got a little electronic thing with buttons called "Mr. T In Your Pocket" that, when you punch the buttons says things like "Quit Your Jibberjabber" and "I Pity the Fool!"
ReplyDeleteThat's an excellent toy! I want one!
ReplyDeleteI don't know what I like more: the hat or the big Star of David...!!
ReplyDeleteI never knew Mr. T was Irish.
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