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Burrowing
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Becoming one with nature | ||||||||
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Pouting is always the preferred method for getting one's way. | ||
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With only one surviving ring, the toy Erin and Kelly brought to Poppy from VA last year is still an all-time favorite. Every time I tried to "retire" it into the old toy stash, Poppy would whine and scratch at the cabinet. Her favorite part is the "clouds" that come out of it when she finally chews a hole. | ||
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Scanned photos of Poppy and her Mommy | ||
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