Yesterday I was sorting out my big box of "stocking stuffers" for the family. We don't exchange gifts, just little things. At the bottom of the box I came across 3 bright red collar/leash hangers I was going to sent to dear Phred. They are a "dog's backside" and quite phunny.
Diana: May I send them to you? Could you please PM me your address? You and Carl are wonderful for taking in the pups. Karma will come back to you tenfold.
I would also like to be included on anything you do for our dear Phred. A plague or anything else that requires a donation, I will be there. Whatever you guys decide, I'm right there with you.
Randi: I giggled when I read your post about Phred and John sitting around sharing stores. I can only imagine the laughs.....
RIP Phred. You are missed.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
--unknown
Sometimes the most real things in the world are the things we can't see
--Polar Express
Until one has loved an animal, part of their soul remains unawakened.
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