June 7, 2009
As promised, Shelley sent photos of Chase meeting Paul G. and Cynnie. Paul just hovered over Chase stroking him. Paul’s wife Sally fled and missed the photo op. Cynnie said, “I’ll pick him up for the photo.” Shelley said, “You might not want to do that.” Oops! Too late. So, he has breezed through their lives — leaving first thing in the morning — and they are asking, “Who was that wild man?” (Do you think I need a signed photo release from Cynnie?)
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I am past sixty-five and still practicing law. I have two terrific sons, they have lovely wives, and I have one truly special granddaughter. At home are three Cardigan Welsh Corgis that amuse and challenge me. We participate in lots of dog-related activities. I love my camera, writing, and roaming. I live in central New Mexico because it's where I want to be. Thanks for visiting my blog. Your (tasteful) comments are welcome.
Too bad you raised such a standoffish little man. Teehee. He knows how to use that tongue doesn’t he. Love that personality.
Hurray, Chase will soon be home!
If only we lived closer so I could get slobbered on regularly . . .
If I thought Chase would do that to me, I would pick him up in a second. 🙂