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It is really hard for me to believe that this pup is 10&1/2 years old. He’s been through quite a bit. Numerous injured paws–he once even caught a stick in the fashion of a sword swallow and had to have stitches down the back of his tongue. He was a mess, but he woke up the next morning raring to go. Two years ago he landed in an odd way after a catch, injuring his back left leg. We thought his days of serious play were over, but he modified the way he holds his leg and acts like nothing ever happened.

He’s completely stretched out on our couch right now–not wanting to move until the rest of the house wakes up. Bluer than the bluest calm, bluer than the bluest swoon and bluer than the bluest breeze. The Bluedog.

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They say that the age of 2 is terrible. I’m thinking that the age of 34 isn’t so hot either, but I am beginning to see the reasoning behind the terribleness of two and it really isn’t the two-year old’s fault. Will is currently 20 months old and is trying with all of his mighty might to talk to us. There is a great deal of pressure and he tries really really hard — talking, toilet training–understanding that you sit on it, not put your hands in it… Your toys, the Bluedog’s toys, only put the fake keys in your mouth.  If I had to do and not do all of these things I’d be stressed out and frustrated too…. which seems to lead to melt-downs and breaking things (much like someone else I know).

Last week – - upon being told not to play with the propane for our outdoor grill, he turned and broke a flower pot — threw it to the ground with massive angst… I said “No!” and knelt down to pick up the pieces while he turned and threw 3 more pots–shattering on the patio… he laughed.

This morning he was so tired… didn’t want to wake up, but I made him get out of bed.. Growing is exhausting, you know. Yawning we went into the kitchen, I opened the pantry for the cereal and turned my back to reach for his bowl when — CRASH, down came the Oreos that were haphazardly placed on a Will-can-reach-shelf… “No!” I rushed to pick up the cookies, only to spin around to see him half-way through his second helping. I know it was his second because of there is no way one cookie generated all the cocoa yumminess now on his face and hands… he laughed — and this time, I laughed right with him. 

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