Saturday, September 17, 2011

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17Sep11 1940

R was jumpy and wiggly.  We went out and ran around in the yard for awhile.  He ate almost all his dinner.  Z and G wanted to be rub and scratched so I obeyed.  When P heard me get his food he began to squeak.  I gave him his share of love too.  All was good when I said bye.

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