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Chaco Koa
WaYa Sunkmanitu Tanka |
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| By sixteen weeks, the ears are finally 'coming around.' |
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| And, you'll have to agree, I'm beginning to look like a real dog. |
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| Who says German Shepherds are not lap dogs! Or, at least, semi-lap dogs. |
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| At last, to everyone's relief, the ears are standing up and behaving themselves. |
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| There are those who say I am schizophrenic - like a certain litereary character of days gone by - | |||
| On the one hand, There's the sweet and cherubic Dr. Chaco - butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.... |
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But then there's Mr. Taco - the terrible terror(ist); for me, everything is a dog toy. |
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Size-wise - we're growing nicely; but I like to sleep in private. | ||
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But a traveling dog nevertheless. I don't take up the entire seat (yet!) - just my half. | ||
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Sleeping is necessary to promote growth! | ||
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And boy oh boy, do I know how to sleep! | ||
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I may not have eyes in my butt - But, just don't think I am not aware of everything that goes on behind me! |
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| The tooth marks in that box behind me were done by some passing, marauding wolf pack - I think! |
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I really am still just a friendly little puppy who, one day, will grow into a large dog. | ||
