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February 06, 2009

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Tara

LOL. Seriously ... brings back memories of Brewster as a puppy. And as an adolescent. And as a young adult ... Sigh. He didn't really grow out of that destructive phase until maybe 3ish. I still remember vividly the day I came home to find my doormat a pile of threads and a quarter of my blinds shredded on the floor.

Have fun with Mr. Destructive, and remember to put everything out of his reach! ;-)

Monica

I forgave mine for the first 4 years, but no more. Now I say hateful things to them.

(And I would NEVER forgive them for a hearing aid!)

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