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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

My Delicate Flowers

As I was making supper Saturday evening, I happened to look over at the dogs. They were both sitting quietly off to the side, waiting to see if they were going to get any of the nummy cheese or hamburger. Just as I turned to look at them, Duncan opened his mouth and gave a nice loud burp. Behind him, Reyna was smiling as a trail of drool disconnected from her mouth and hit the floor. Some days, the beauty and intelligence of my dogs amazes me. Other days, I wonder when I became the parent of two teenagers.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I really was at a loss for words....the burp and drool just say it all.....Love you, Mom