That’s her new hobby, it seems… Eat a Cherrio: clap your hands. And the list could go on and on… |
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talk to the hand >> Karin saw an interesting thing on television yesterday about dogs and how to approach an unfamiliar dog for the first time. (It was one of those dog-behavior shows that is on early Saturday mornings and that you only watch if you
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