Cental America
And Back
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There are only eight feet on the boat this afternoon. Daisy, our sweet companion for almost 19 years, took a turn for the worst last week and has left us today. We are beyond sad. I think that would have made her about 133 in dog years, and there was never a day in that entire time that she misbehaved. Well there was the time when she was just a youngster and the soap kept disappearing from my shower. I had hoped perhaps the kids where finding some use for it, until I happened to catch her in the act. She had hopped into the bathtub, took the bar lightly in her mouth, hopped out with it and took it under my bed. When I pulled up the bed-skirt, there she was with a big pile of soap. There were barely any teeth marks in them because she didn’t like the taste, just the smell.
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