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- Ralph watching Boza…
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- The Doma…
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- Going to have BBQ
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- Ralph as we come home…
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- That is home…
It was a bad night, but a very good morning…
Boza woke all bright eyed and bushy tailed, but he spent the night in my arms and had a terrible left eye. Not sure if the weather and or whatnot did the dirty trick to him, but he was in pain last night. I had to over medicate him and then stay with him to make sure issues did not arise. He finally slept like a baby and stayed in my arms for about four hours. Me? I did not sleep last night…
We had a good walk this morning and Boza is back asleep under the bed. He happy boy right now. I did his medication and all is back somewhat normal for him. At least the pain is bearable…. Boza ate three packs of dog food with a chicken wing meat mixed in it. Yes he is happy and full now…
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This morning Ralph was quiet and sat waiting for us as we walked. He seemed to sense that I was not in a very good mood (but he did not fly away) and that Boza may have had issues. He sat and watched us walk right under him and waited until we came back to squawk at Boza. Then Boza jumped around and Ralph danced with him…
Ralph likes Boza and they meet every morning now…
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Svetochka comes today and I will get ready for her. I may have to sleep some before she comes though. Her train arrives at around 9:30 p.m.
Yippy…
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Got an e-mail:
Let’s see you Commie-Pinko-Fascist. People in America wealthier than ever, more educated than ever, living close to as long as ever, safer than ever. Hey you pathetic communist of a pig dog – I have a car, a cell phone a flat screen, air conditioning, eat out whenever, went to college ad I can fly all over the world if I chose to! – True American
I smile when I see comments/e-mails like this…
Americans really think they are the chosen ones! Notice that material items are the central theme here in this e-mail?
Tra La La La…
Kinda sad and sick at the same time. America needs to get on a psychiatry couch and have its head picked over. It is time to see if mother issues caused all the trauma or dad issues? Maybe we were dropped on our head at birth? Whatever…
Good morning from Russia…
WtR