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May 21, 2008

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Carrie

Poor Troop. I remember when he was just a puppy and peed in my hallway while Jess was helping me move. That was 6 years ago! If you can do the math, you're smarter than me.

If Trooper can't hunt anymore, he'll still be good to have around for entertainment because he really likes to smell butt. Doesn't matter who or where or when, smelling butt is always on the menu.

And can't Sam and Trooper just take care of the puppy? They could be like the cute gay couple who adopts a baby from China! I think they'd do a really good job!

Allyson

So, what exactly will happen when poor Troop is locked in the truck for the last half of the hunting day? Wait, I think I can hear the whining already.

Jess

Trooper is getting long in the tooth, as am I... see the previous post...

-Hugs and Kisses

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