Saturday we had a fun day, hanging around my mom and all the people that came to visit. We like people and the people like us. When we came back to our pen in the evening, we discover a different pen. I could not believe it. My mom walked amongst the scotch broom and waived at me to come close. I walked toward her, where the wire used to be, there was nothing. I looked on the right, I looked on the left, nothing! I was in disbelieve. We have more room and more work to do. Earlier in the day, I played with the little girl. She is friendly. She brushed my hair, put her hand on my nose and gave me kisses. I wanted to drink was she was drinking. It tasted like strawberry juice. My mom tried to take a picture of my red mouth but I would not let her. I hate paparazzi! They get in your your face all day....
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