Deb:
Freckles grunted at me! It was a quick, low grunt from deep in her throat. After the shock of her negative reaction wore off, I realized that the tennis ball was a loser in the thrilling toy department. I left the ball on the floor in case she changed her mind and searched for something else.
As I canvassed the house, my eyes fell on an object that was a definite possibility. Freckles generally likes to rip up cardboard (except for one particular box). Hmmmmm. Maybe I had the perfect thing!
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Phone book???
Freckles
Thanks fow putting youw bootiful pictoowe in my guestbook!!!!
Ihope you get mowe intewesting toys in the footoowe!
smoochie kisses
ASTA
you just love toying with us don't you?... i think i need to start reading the digest on Sunday so i'm not left in suspense :-) LOL
Aw, Sammy grunts at us all the time! He especially does that when he's circling our feet looking for treats or attention.
Freckles takes Deb to school .. how quaint!
I'm impressed that you're willing to risk the grunt of wrath again - and that glare!
We will be deserted soon for the rest of the month and will post about it Thursday, after the peace globe.
Emil and Mrs. OZ
A rabbit grunt is like a cat hiss???
Wow, I am so interested )))
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