Ode to FleaBiscuit
Happy Birthday to the youngest member of my household. She is three today. It feels like yesterday when I held her trembling body close to me. The only time she trembles now is when I threaten her with no Scooby snacks for misbehavior. We can't imagine life without her even when she is tormenting the cat, stealing trash, and chasing lizards into the house. For her birthday treats: she got to sleep in, had breakfast on time, was let out out before she rang the bell and I looked the other way when she nosed the toast out of the trash. Only the best for her.
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