Every once in a while mom lets me blog. She has been so busy lately that I said I would yelp out, I mean help out. This is a dangerous season for me because I look just like everything around me. I could get lost out here. I took a rest on this pier while mom was photographing whatever she photographs. Anyway, the bags are packed by the front door and I hope they are taking me with them. We are trading in all these good smells of rotting leaves and dried out stuff in the garden and heading for the flat lands. (That's what I call Florida) I'm pretty woofed about it. I need to go sit by the front door now.
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