All this blogging about our dogs makes me want to do the same. Well, I tend to blindly follow what everyone else is doing anyway. So, I couldn't take my sweet, neurotic, crazy dog to Hawaii with me for the aforementioned reasons. There's no way that dog would have made it for 5 hours in the cargo hold of a plane. I miss her so much that I put up a slide show of all the pics I've taken of her on my desktop. I miss her so much that I miss telling people I can't stay out too much later because I have to get home and take my dog out. I miss her so much that I still collect plastic bags from the grocery store so I have something to pick up her poop in. I miss her so much that I almost bought her a toy at the store yesterday, just so I could mail it to my parents and they could give it to her, and she'd have no idea what the hell was going on because, let's face it, she's a dog. And not a very bright one at that. So, before I get all weepy...here's to you, Miss Trixie Lynn Smoothe.
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