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Pepper and Poems

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Pepper was bratting around the kitchen one cold day when I was trying to read.  She couldn’t be content with anything – neither toy nor bone nor bed nor crate.  I found myself equally out of sorts, though for a different reason….

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Pepper spent the holiday recovering from emergency surgery Christmas Eve to remove a “foreign object” in her stomach wreaking havoc on her system.  (And I do mean havoc.)  She’s been in a happy haze with the good meds, but she didn’t…

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Pepper was helping me get ready for company.  She believes that Skinny Pop should be available in multiple locations, as should the newspaper, conveniently shredded.  She made sure there was toilet tissue in every room.  “Pumpkin pie is great –…

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