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Pray for a short memory

Terry, being a greyhound, is mostly all legs. Usually they get in her way. Instead of being all thumbs, she’s all legs. But I forget, periodically, that she can jump. Effortlessly. I’ve watched her jump up on my bed several times this morning already. It’s high off the floor. Nearly three feet. And it’s not as if Terry jumps. It’s more like levitating straight off the ground with slight sideways hitch that lands her on my bed. I think she is as surprised as I am at her skill. But I do hope she forgets all about it the next time she’s standing beside the 3 foot fence in the back yard.

Posted on 02/16/05 at 08:27 AM
 




Jennifer AKA Me

LOL. Um if she is feeling in need of some attention (like today) and someone is on the other side, you can forget about it sissta!

United States   Posted by Jennifer AKA Me on 02/16/05  at  02:01 PM





Kate

She was needy, wasn’t she? Having her routine disrupted and her precious bed off limits was terribly upsetting to her. As soon as she plonked her body back on her very own bed, she settled down and was happy again. But I still hope she doesn’t get any ideas when she stands next to the fence looking longingly over at the neighbors who feed her yummy chicken left overs and toss hot dogs over the fence for her.

United States   Posted by Kate on 02/17/05  at  09:32 AM





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