Tag Archives: Squeak

How soon we forget…

It’s funny how you forget the little puppy things. The pattering of little feet, the feeling of tiny Piranha teeth sinking deeply into your hands, the fact that the tiniest squeak can make you jump out of bed at the … Continue reading

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Dackel Barbie

We often have the fun of entertaining some tiny  houseguests. Nieces. Three of them. Six, nine, and twelve years old. Having children in the house is always great. When the whipped cream is dripping off your kitchen cabinets because one … Continue reading

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Zen

In my infinite wisdom I have finally decided to carry Jarah down from the cat pole when she squeaks at me for help. She was making such a fuss about coming down that I totally lost my Zen.  So now … Continue reading

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Batwoman

Hurray! Jarah has made it to the top-level of the cat pole! Up is easy, down is…impossible? That takes me back to the day I went indoor climbing with my brother for the first time. I climbed, and climbed until … Continue reading

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