Ma and me are digging through junk to see what we can ditch before we move.
I keep telling her there is a fifty five pound Pitty that doesn’t need to come to the new ranch but she won’t listen.
I don’t know why she loves that critter so much because all she is is trouble.
Maybe it because she is on a mission to eliminate ever pair of shoes Ma owns.
Less to pack!!
There were some of Dads that were packed off for the thrift store because he no longer wears them.
I suggested we give them to JAWS after all they’re leather and that is just like raw hide.
Maybe she’d choke on one of them.
That would be so sweet.
Blessing#2471-Chewy Shoeies
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