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Faced with a mother who refuses to feed her at the appointed hour, Rennie takes matters into her own hands...er, paws.
(Yes, that is a rubber chicken.)
Posted by Zee on January 9, 2007 05:43 PM in Miss Yorkie Princess | Permalink
I certainly hope your chicken dishes are not considered rubbery by a dog!
Posted by: mdmhvonpa | January 10, 2007 10:31 AM
"I could have me a million more friends, and all I'd have to lose is my point of view."
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I certainly hope your chicken dishes are not considered rubbery by a dog!
Posted by: mdmhvonpa | January 10, 2007 10:31 AM