Woof, I can do all of this except search for bombs. My only search is for balls and stuffies that I can pull apart. Sorry, Kyla, for tearing your jaguar apart on Sunday. Mama says she will stitch him up and you won't even know where he was hurt. Can't promise I won't do it again so my advice to you is not to leave any stuffies where I can get them--like off the floor.
Anyone notice how gentle I was to the little rug rat on Sunday? I couldn't resist sniffing her while she was locked in the high chair. She smells so sweet (maybe that was the food Kyla fed her)! I think she is a baby who has a lot of hair. Note Kyla's jaguar sitting safely next to her.
Woof, woof, till later,
Zoey
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