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10/28/2009 : I have a brother
Mom brought home a baby brother for me. She named him Mik (short for Mik Dundee) I think he's part Kangaroo. He never stops jumping all over me. He chews on me, wrestles me, and takes the cookies and toys right out of my mouth. I let him do these things because he IS a baby. But boy, wait till he grows up and tries that. Only kidding, I love him. He's a lot of fun. Mom gets angry with me when I bark at her for scolding him. Did that make sense? oh well, you get the idea. I'm over protective of the little pup. He's so cute.
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