From Ren:
Hi sibs!
Mom took me to some shows and I now have one point --
whatever THAT is. And we had another vizsla staying here
for a while -- Mom called her a "rescue foster". ( I called her
somebody to play with. She was my age and we liked to dig
holes together.) She left Monday. I am BORED.
(That's me looking for dragonflies to chase.)
Mom says next week we will go back to Missouri and start
hunt test season. I think that means I get to find birds.
Thank goodness, something that makes more sense than
running around in circles on a rubber mat.
I weigh 42 pounds and am 22 inches tall. Oh, and my big uncle
Bowie is gone. They said he died and they all got real sad. I
don't understand this "dead" business, but I do miss Boo.
I mostly have the same nicknames except that Ed keeps calling
me "that little one" -- usually when he's blaming something on
me. (Hey, if he doesn't want me to carry his shoes around, he
should put them in the closet.) I had fun playing with my sister
Salsa at the shows, but she can NOT have my blanket.
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