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Spring Fever

What the hell is this?! Seriously, man... for the past 5 months, I've been surrounded by white stuff, and Mommy and Papa would dress me up in 4 layers of clothes when we went out, and now, we're going in and out, same clothes, but no white.

I don't like it. I fear change.

...and yet ...and yet, there's a certain liberating feel to all of this. A certain je ne sais quoi. This "outdoors" to which they refer does have about a million little things that I can put in my mouth. Dare I venture beyond my safety zone? Dare I touch bark? Dare I touch it with my tongue.

Yeah, well... veux-veux pas, Spring/Summer is here with a 22C day today, and it was beautiful. Whereas Margo may not quite know how to handle it, Donna and I are loving it, and realizing how much freedom summer gives. Loving it.

- Margo
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