Happy Seventh Birthday, Scooter Sublime. What lucky people we are to share life with you.
All in PUPPY: SCOOTER SUBLIME
Happy Seventh Birthday, Scooter Sublime. What lucky people we are to share life with you.
Scooter’s Happiness Regime begins about fifteen minutes after his night’s sleep ends
Scooter said, “Here’s the problem, Mom. There’s an odor in the house, and I recognize it. Otis.”
SEVENTY! Seventy times now, my mom and I have posted news about my life
“I thought the Ciabatta was your favorite” I said.
“It was.”
“What happened?”
If the above paragraph resonates with you, if you can hardly wait . . .
My mom and I were playing catch in Otis’s back yard. My mom’s a terrible tosser.
“The picture you see here from Santa Fe is me, laying in a bed of clover,”