Tag: Fifty
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it's not fair
Getting sick in the summertime has got to be one of the cruelest things to happen (I’m obviously exaggerating… famine in Somalia, now that’s cruel, I’m still a lucky duck, virus and all). Like why couldn’t I have been sick on Tuesday when the heavens had opened and buckets of rain were lashing down all…
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Last Saturday
First of all, I need to begin this post with an announcement, one that I’ve been dreading to make. All of you ladies may want to sit down.(and please, try to remain calm and resist the urge to riot). Honey Jr has a girlfriend. There, I said it. That’s her. Try not to hate her,…
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why not?
I wasn’t planning on posting this morning, there still isn’t much happening here (B O R I N G). But then the fates intervened and put something in my path that I could not ignore… did you know that there’s speculation that a dog was part of the Bin Laden mission? Uh huh, it’s true.…
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The Royal Wedding at Chez Moi
The wedding of the century did not go unnoticed here in Le Petit Village. Well, it didn’t go unnoticed at Chez Moi anyway. I’m not sure if the rest of the village cared much. But it’s OK, Fifty and I made up for their lack of excitement in style… B E H O L D……
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we've come a long way baby
I’ve been reminiscing about my furry little angel. I’m not sure if it’s because we’re headed to French Mommy’s this weekend and I’ve been thinking about how small he was the first time we brought him (and how many times we had to stop on the way to clean up puppy vomit), or maybe it’s…
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Fifty Meets La Petite
Fifty: What is that little loud thing? Fifty: It’s so small. I better take a closer look. Fifty: And Mommy says I’m stinky. Gross. bisou
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teaching a young dog new tricks
Vicky: Coucou! I’m here to see my boyfriend. Fifty: Mom, can my girlfriend come over and play please? Vicky: Don’t mind me, I’ll just let myself in. Fifty: Cool! Can you show me how to do that? bisou
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if you want to know…
…how I spent my birthday, it went like this: I woke up at my usual before dawn hour (I’m an early bird, never have got that worm though) and my mother skyped me from Texas to sing happy birthday. She has sung happy birthday to me on the phone every year for as long as I can…
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les chaussettes
Sometimes Fifty’s little feet get cold, and we have to put his socks on… That’s not true at all. I don’t know if his little feet get cold or not (he’s never told me). But this is what happens when The Husband and I get bored on a Sunday afternoon. Five minutes to put on.…
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