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I found the tin of back yard toys in the rear hall. Rylee and Jojo now have two West Paw rubber throwing sticks. One green and one orange. The problem is that no matter which one Rylee has Jojo wants it. I toss out both and at first it seems to work - each dog has one - then - Jojo sees that Rylee has the other one and drops the one she has and goes for the one Rylee has. I just worry that Jojo will grab a chunk of Rylee's lip like she did last fall. Hubby watches and says Jojo only wants the one that Rylee has - no matter which one it is.  On the plus side it's easier to get them into the house when I'm ready to go in. Happy Tuesday.
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An ode to old age
There's quite an art to falling apart as the years go by,
And life doesn't begin at 40. That's a big fat lie.
My hair's getting thinner, my body is not;
The few teeth I have are beginning to rot.
I smell of Vick's-Vapo-Rub, not Chanel # 5;
My new pacemaker's all that keeps me alive.
When asked of my past, every detail I'll know,
But what was I doing 10 minutes ago?
Well, you get the idea, what more can I say?
I'm off to read the obituary, like I do every day;
If my names not there, I'll once again start -
Perfecting the art of falling apart.............. x
Have a good day. XX

Kiwi xx

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