Momma Susan, it's so hard to wait when Foxxy is being sewn. I tore her neck apart Wednesday, and she has been sitting on the sewing basket since then. Momma thought I looked cute with stuffing all over my nose, but now it's back inside Foxxy. Here's a photo of me waiting to get her back; I'm sitting at Momma's feet and have jumped up a few times, but she pushes me down. I want my fox!
Momma said you are coming here tonight. Is that true? Are you bringing Dexter, or do I get you all to myself? Oh, Momma gets you too... Are you going to stay with us? I like it here, but I really want to wander in the woods by myself. Momma says I can't. We saw deer yesterday, and I barked at them. Today we thought we saw a chipmunk, but Momma wouldn't let me off my lead to go make some new friends. She said they would bite my nose.
Momma said you are coming here tonight. Is that true? Are you bringing Dexter, or do I get you all to myself? Oh, Momma gets you too... Are you going to stay with us? I like it here, but I really want to wander in the woods by myself. Momma says I can't. We saw deer yesterday, and I barked at them. Today we thought we saw a chipmunk, but Momma wouldn't let me off my lead to go make some new friends. She said they would bite my nose.
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