They used to bring me to the dog park. I used to get daily tummy rubs. Now I spend my days watching birds fly by. I wish I had wings. Then I could fly to the dog park. SQUIRREL.
July 12, 2009
June 24, 2009
A Conversation with my Best Friend
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Wrigley: “Dad, what the hell are these little creatures that you brought home?”
Graham: “Those are your new sisters, Marin and Camden.”
Wrigley: “When are they leaving?”
Graham: “18 years.”
Wrigley: “How come they have so much stuff? All I need is that stuffed chicken and a little food.”
Graham: “Girls are notorious for having too much stuff. Clothes. Shoes. Boyfriends. I recommend you and I get used to it.”
Wrigley: “If they are my sisters, are they going to grow a thick coat of black hair like me?”
Graham: “Probably not. Looks like their hair is going to be blonde.”
Wrigley: “Can we go to the dogpark?”
Graham: “Not today, but soon.”
Wrigley: “SQUIRREL!”
Graham: “Good eye.”
Wrigley: “I missed you, Dad.”
Graham: “I missed you too, Wrigs.”
