anyone who puts me in a cage. I am still lying low, but now I think I'm ready to run and jump and play. I don't care if the doctor thinks I need more time to rest. Mom keeps buying me more toys to keep me interested. As long as it squeaks or I can chew on it, I'm okay. Dad thinks I may grow a little more... HAIR!!! It's everywhere. I can't help it, but Mom keeps trying to keep me blond and unmatted. She's always wiping the crud out of my eyes, and she thinks my toenails need to be cut.
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