tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13174112459229637442024-03-05T19:42:06.137-08:00bounce houseBouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-63976839793521632862013-04-05T20:10:00.001-07:002013-04-05T20:10:10.959-07:00It is a Party NightSome people ask me, "Bouncer, how do you like to spend Friday nights or other party nights at the Bounce House?"<br />
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It's very easy to answer this question. This is the perfect party night for me.<br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-16789267727061047572013-03-15T14:22:00.002-07:002013-03-15T14:22:52.758-07:00Minky and PatienceMy new girl-friend knows a thing or two about wrestling and cuddling. She sure knows how to keep me busy on rainy days and on sunny days. But she definitely doesn't know about "sitting" or "waiting," or "being patient." Even Fat Munch knows not to have 'monkey manners' at the door.<br />
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It takes for-ever to get inside this way because the lady just waits. She has "patience." I do. Fat Munch sort of does. Miss Emily does. Minky does not.Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-34139551741349532812013-03-04T20:00:00.000-08:002013-03-04T20:00:04.616-08:00I had to have a talk with my new girlfriend today. I said, "new girlfriend, please listen to me because i have something very important to talk to you about."<br />
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I said, "I know that you love me so much. I know it's probably my Sweet Moves that you can't get enough of so you follow me around and chew on my face and snuggle all over me when Fat Munch and Miss Emily aren't looking. It's okay to have the feelings you have."<br />
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But...new girlfriend Minky...Fat Munch and Miss Emily can't get enough of me too. You have to share me. And the Man and the lady get crabby when they don't get Bounce time. You need to be respect-ful.<br />
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So, when we want to sit together, we need to sit with the tiny dogs, like this.<br />
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But I have a secret for you, Minky. Of everything that is special to me, you are best. I dream about you even when I am awake. Because you are like my very own pocket pit. Sometimes, I wish we could share the same collar.<br />
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Because you are my Minky. The best girlfriend ever.<br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-53987810536626539332013-02-08T21:49:00.002-08:002013-02-08T21:52:26.470-08:00My new girlfriendIn 4 months I have made Fat Munchkin love me, taken more walks with the Man and lady than ever in my entire life, found out I was born with a bad back and met my new live-in girlfriend, Minky. The Man and lady brought her to my bounce house awhile ago, and ever since I said it was okay that she could stay, we have been frenching and cuddling and nuzzling.<br />
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I told her that I had to intro-duce her here first, but she couldn't wait to start snuggling with me because I am so soft and sweet. Sorry it took me so long. Here she is with music.Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-36896101648808298532012-09-05T20:28:00.002-07:002012-09-05T20:30:33.617-07:00Decisions...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I would like to keep my bounce blog just the way it is. Fat Munchin told me I better watch my back. But today, I think I am going to play in the lady's sheets and roll on my back instead of watching it. Tomorrow, I could figure out how to do that even though it doesn't sound like any fun.<br />
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Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-66383338182745816932012-08-02T19:30:00.002-07:002012-08-02T19:30:35.458-07:00Life is soo great today<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-79179767534384977482012-06-08T10:09:00.000-07:002012-06-08T10:09:20.574-07:00Where's Lumpy Bump Riley?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JKNON7DsZ022pWaRKA3I_QEhiX49NlfXc7lnZjnlRcJAbRxaa4rFYx2RQqaOykU8_Cza8tBTPPQV52O1AMSZWUkySziBjkMEPNa2zPo1BogR6tvqqBgxCTRrHfaq4A7wuRmxU3rQhonL/s1600/Group+Shot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JKNON7DsZ022pWaRKA3I_QEhiX49NlfXc7lnZjnlRcJAbRxaa4rFYx2RQqaOykU8_Cza8tBTPPQV52O1AMSZWUkySziBjkMEPNa2zPo1BogR6tvqqBgxCTRrHfaq4A7wuRmxU3rQhonL/s320/Group+Shot.jpg" width="320" /></a>Someone asked me yesterday too. 1 week ago, my new brother died. He started breathing heavy and he couldn't stand up. The lady and the Man started running around the house, and then they picked him up and went to the door. Lumpy Bump Riley looked at me, and we said goodbye. Something burst in his belly. They don't know if it was a tumor or maybe an organ that was too old. I was worried that Fat Munch would be sad because they were brothers for a long time and longer than me and Lumpy Bump were. Yesterday, Fat Munch told me that he would like to cuddle more with me if that is okay. I said yes it was.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dear Riley. You were my brother. You liked to sleep on my neck. And we used to cuddle with the Uncle every day and every night. I will cuddle with Bouncer and Miss Emily now. And you can cuddle with the Uncle. I know you will like that. Love, Munchkin.</span></i><br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-73216047471258342972012-06-07T20:03:00.001-07:002012-06-07T20:03:11.634-07:00Dinner Time WaitI love Dinner. I love Dinner in the morning, and in the night time, and little Dinners during the day when I am being a good boy. I love to eat Dinner, but I also love to wait for Dinner. This is when I get to show off my Sweet Moves to the lady who sometimes says "Bouncer, why do you have to bump my legs with your big head?" Or, "Bouncer! Don't bounce over the little dogs!" And also, "Bouncer, do you HAVE to be in my lap all the time?"<br />
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It's during the Dinner Time Wait, that I get to show her that even though I have small eyes and an abnormally large head, I am better at the Dinner Time Wait then all of the pipsqueaks in the house combined. Let me introduce them first:<br />
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There we are starting the Dinner Time Wait. With 4 of us, it takes awhile to get all the yummies ready. The lady appr-eci-ates me when I show off my Sweet Moves because I am being a good role model for the pipsqueaks. The next ones were taken in the next 30 seconds after this one. Watch me being a good boy and everyone else being bad.<br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-87391174810562506982012-04-29T22:49:00.000-07:002012-04-29T22:49:20.199-07:00LoungingIt was so sweaty all weekend that I decided me and my dogs should do a lot of lounging. Our favorite place was the couch.<br />
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But Fat Munch couldn't seem to make it on the couch to lounge. So he plopped himself on a blankie.<br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-60339420302750541502012-04-21T19:34:00.001-07:002012-04-21T19:36:46.542-07:00Maybe, just maybe...Having 2 new brothers is not so bad. They are small, but they are spunky. I like to jump over Lumpy Bump Riley on my way to the back yard. He doesn't show off his teeth or give me the Stink Eye when I do this. I think that maybe he doesn't even notice, which is actually the best for me because then I can do it anytime I want. <br />
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When we are outside, Fat Munch and me like to hang out together. <br />
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And then when we are all ready to go inside, we all wait at the door together. See? No pushing. We are sharing the door very nicely. Except with Miss Emily who is too small to even see inside so she doesn't need any room.<br />
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<br />Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-41011283510063583612012-04-11T21:32:00.000-07:002012-04-11T21:32:38.477-07:00A Forever Change<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In just two days, my life went upside down. The lady went away. And then The Man went away. And then they both came back in the middle of the night with 2 dogs.</div><br />
The lady's Uncle died. The lady loved the Uncle very much. She promised the Uncle that she would live with his dogs one day and after that, forever. Well, forever started Monday. The Uncle's dogs walk around the house a lot. They don't smile. And sometimes they will make squealy noises if no one is around. I think this means they are sad because of the Uncle.<br />
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The lady says they need time to settle in, and that I need to be a Good Friend by being gentle and easy to live with. I think they must feel like I felt before I went to the Barn and then to the lady's house. Sort of lost and nervous and forgetting where I put my smile. It is because of this that I am quiet around them and give them kisses, and I make sure I don't barrel into them like I do with Miss Emily and the lady's legs and all of the furniture.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It was so boring, so I was planning my escape for good but then guess what happened? All the little dogs went away and my favorite friend Chloe came over.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>But, I don't just love her because we have "favorite wrestly-fun time" together. I also love her because we can be quiet and gentle too. Sometimes we even do some "deep thinking."<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And this is me deep thinking about my boney. "<i>So good."<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Ok everyone, I won't forget to tell you more things that I am doing. </div>Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-42621109498106166622012-01-28T11:42:00.001-08:002012-01-28T11:42:34.688-08:00I like big dogsThe lady thought I needed some big dog time because I can't stretch my legs when I play with ant-sized dogs like Miss Emily.<br />
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This is me and Chloe, my best friend in the whole entire world. <br />
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<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/35782084?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/35782084">Bouncer and Chloe 1/27/12</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user7187447">Tom Becker</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-47586133166405760072012-01-12T21:42:00.000-08:002012-01-12T21:44:30.447-08:00Play time with Miss EmilyThis is me and Miss Emily playing. The lady makes sure I use my gentle teeth, and that I stay with my belly on the ground so I don't squoosh her when we roll around.<br />
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I like to play with Miss Emily. She is so speedy, and she lets me nibble on her little back. <br />
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But she is still here. She is going to be <a href="http://hssvacc.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-cherry-next-big-thing.html">"adopted"</a> one day, and the lady says that I need to be "patient," because Cherry Pit is in the same place I was when I was waiting for a home at the Barn. I am trying so hard to be a good foster brother. <br />
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Here is me taking Sour Cherry's bed. It is just the right size for my bottom.<br />
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Like a good foster brother, I have to show her that what's hers is actually mine. Even though you can't see my face, I am grinning.<br />
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When I came to stay at Miss Emilys, I don't remember all of this special attention from the lady. It was just "Hi Bouncer, here's your home." Her name is Sweet Cherry, but I am calling her Chubby Cherry or Cherry with a Pit or Sour Cherry because she gets growly when I sniff her bottom or show her my moves.<br />
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Here is me on a tie-down while Sour Cherry and Miss Emily get cuddly on the floor.<br />
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But the thing that is good is we get lots of treats when Cherry Pit is around. This is me showing that I am a gentle-man and can stay very quiet for sweet goodies.<br />
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I hope Cherry Pit finds a home soon because I don't think I like living in a land of Chihuahuas. They are very small and jumpy and they don't play right. <br />
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But I guess they can make good cuddle partners sometimes.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">No lady. I just want to wait right here until Melody comes. I want to think about the questions I will ask her about how I came to be because she is the one the knew me when I was lost and full of waiting. She got to see me the second I was at the shelter and the second I was out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I want to ask her if I knew about living in a house and if I used to snore. I want to ask her if I knew how to play with toys and if I was a good boy or a bad boy at her house. I want to ask her if she knew what a special boy I was going to become.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'll just wait here because I am a little unsure about meeting the lady who took a chance on my abnormally large head and if she is still happy she found me or not.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When she walked in I just had to ask. Hi Melody. Do you still love me?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Was I a good boy, Melody? Do you still love me as much as you did back then?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>And then she told me...<br />
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<i>You are a cartoon character. And you never let life get you down. That's what I remember. And I remember this...</i><br />
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<i>I did know you were going to be a special boy. That's why I took you. Because sometimes life just isn't fair, especially for big-heads like you. I couldn't take them all that day. I took you. Because I knew you would make Miss Emily very happy one day. And maybe I'm a bit of a sucker. Because it's clear you still don't have any manners.</i><br />
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Thanks Melody. I still love you too.Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-55163373318224833542011-10-19T08:35:00.000-07:002011-10-19T08:35:11.964-07:00How I came to beI am a special boy. There were many people who loved me even before I came to stay at Miss Emily's house. I am going to meet the first lady that took me from the shelter next week, and I can't wait because I remember her bed and her toys and her very soft hands that cradled my abnormally large head.<br />
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I talked with the first lady, Melody, today and she reminded me how I came to be.<br />
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<div><i>I have been following Bouncer ever since he showed up at the <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1319037258_2">Merced</span> shelter. At the time I was sure someone would get him because he looked so cute but as the weeks went and no one came, I decided to get him. I guess you could say there was a "connection." His shelter photo really jumped out to me for some reason. I got him early <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1319037258_3">July 2010</span> and he stayed with me for a couple months.</i></div><div style="font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</i></div><div><i>Bouncer fit it really well, however I wanted to be fair to him as well (I was rehabilitating another dog from a shelter). I knew he was getting lots of love and attention with me but wanted him to get more one on one time as well. At that time I had to divide time up between the rescues, and even though Bouncer got his daily work outs and playtimes I still felt guilty. </i></div><div style="font-size: 12px;"><br />
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</tbody></table></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Later on, a fellow rescuer sent BadRap Bouncers photos and asked them if they would take him. Donna responded and said yes! I knew it would be hard to say bye to him, but I also didn't want to lose this opportunity for him either. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div><br />
</div><div>Bad Rap is an amazing rescue organization, and I was sure they could have done way more for him then I could have. So I decided to transfer him over. It was really bittersweet but I knew he would be in great hands. </div><div><br />
</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I must admit though, I had terrible <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bouncer withdrawal".</span></b> I didn't know if I was stepping over the line at the time but I really wanted to get to know his new adopters and see how he was doing. He was really special to all of us and I'm so happy he found his way to you. (= Thank you for keeping in touch and allowing me to stay in touch with him. I cannot wait to see him again!</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #454545; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div><br />
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</div><div>My name is Bouncer, and I am a special boy. Because there were many people who loved me and took care of me even though they didn't even know who I was in the beginning. I can't wait to see you again too Melody.</div></span>Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-42763150248319158502011-09-25T13:18:00.000-07:002011-09-25T14:49:45.530-07:00A day in the mountains to get sleepy!Me and the lady went for a hike today in the mountains. She says she likes me the best when I am very sleepy, so we go and do that on Sunday mornings.<br />
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</tbody></table>The lady makes me wear a gentle leader now because I am so big and she is so small. She says it helps her walk me, but I really don't need any help walking and I could probably pull 6 or more of her up the mountains which would probably help her because she is so slow. I don't think it's a "gentle leader" at all. I think it is a musty skunk trying to get into my mouth, so I put my nose in the dirt and try to jiggle it off all the time.<br />
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But the lady says that hiking and the gentle leader are the same thing. I can't have one if I don't have the other. I think that is not a real rule, but I don't know what to do about it because my abnormally large head can only hold so many abnormally large thoughts like that at one time.</div><div><br />
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</tbody></table>I also got to go in the water, and the lady and the Man are thinking of getting me a ramp so I can walk into the pool in my backyard too.<br />
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<div>When we got back to my car, I had to get into my seatbelt, and I just don't know how the dirt of the mountains found so much of my head.</div><div><br />
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</div>But when we got home, I was so sleepy I didn't even follow the lady around like usual. I just found my little bed and started dreaming.</div><div><br />
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</div></div>Bouncerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12444129762628763961noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317411245922963744.post-23475722918510997362011-09-18T10:13:00.000-07:002011-09-18T10:13:14.575-07:00My best buddyChlo-wee is my best buddy. At first she wasn't sure about me because I am so bouncy, so she played the keep away game at the barn.<br />
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Chlo-wee likes to put foster dogs and the other dogs of the lady's house in her mouth.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the lady's old dog, Buzz. He came from BadRap too. <br />
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<div>And Chlo-wee also loved Bucky. This is her trying to get him in her mouth.</div><div><br />
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</tbody></table>But now she loves my sweet little body and abnormally large head very much. Here is Chlo-wee being my best buddy.<br />
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