Wednesday, July 12, 2006

I am teething, my molars are coming in and I'm not very happy. I can't really chew carrots and that is a bummer. They have even cut my apples up into teeny tiny slivers which I like.

Other than that, they keep on talking about camp, oh what fun, other dogs and overnight visit.

I am afraid.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Don't be afraid Ernest. You are coming to visit me. We will have all sorts of fun. Mom is shearing sheep and there are pieces of wool all over the place. Consider it doggy dental floss. I have been eating the top off the corn plants but I do get in trouble for that.

There is a big black dog here now. Mom says that it is dad's dog. Black dog is fun to climb all over. He is rather patient.

Surprise the cat will be happy to see you again as well.

I am looking forward to seeing you afain.

Your sister Phrace