Campaign of Canicross Training
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Still too young to do much with bikejoring. I have however, recently
launched a fresh campaign of light canicross training with him. He's
young, and I...
I'm famous! I'm famous!
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Well, kinda sorta. It's been awhile since I've blogged. I guess my typist
has been busy.
2013 was the year I got a brofur, resumed hiking, and saw approxi...
Mouse
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Last night, I noticed that Loki had a small spot of blood on his face in
between his eyes. I asked Yun, did Loki and Juju get into a fight? I didn't
rememb...
Hanging Out at the Madison Shiba Picnic
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Took Roux to our local Shiba picnic. He liked meeting new folks but wasn't
too excited about meeting their Shibas. There was quite a bit of snapping
going ...
1 comment:
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Lewis Carroll, "Jabberwocky"
An appropriate poem for defeating the big stick!
Gail
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