Monday, November 12, 2012

Pooch or Person?

So, my dog Flynn and I share a birthday...almost. Last year, we were the same age if you count his in dog years. This year, his best birthday gift from Grandma was a striped, stuffed, squeaky snake. Quite frequently, as I walk around our home, I accidentally step on "Snake".  Every time this happens, Flynn comes running over alarmed and high with concern.  He picks up his stuffed friend and walks around whining. I reassure him that Snake is okay and he eventually calms down. This is our routine.
Tonight he tried to take Snake out for a walk.

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