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Who Runs This Home

Who Runs This Home by Amy Swanson You stare at me warm topaz eyes so serene mysterious... warm amber glow soft ball of fur you nestle down beside me content to be with me asking only to be scratched... and to play with the pen I am using! Stretching out lazily and purring softly you allow me the privilege of petting soft amber fur - while reaching yet again for my pen! - (you don't give up easily!) And now you've had enough; hopping up to catch a pesky flea then a bath you take such care to groom your sunshine colored fur Just as suddenly you walk away casting a disdainful glance in my direction tail fluffed and flouncing to visit your food dish We know who runs this home! *wink*

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Date: 3/13/2009 4:15:00 PM
FOR SURE!! I can truly relate! I've got a little dog named Mister ... written lots about him here at the Soup. What would we do without our wonderful four-legged friends ... love this title, Amy!!
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Date: 2/28/2009 12:11:00 PM
You're on a roll today! The things we do for our loving pets! They are so worth it. Precious write. Love, Shar
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Date: 2/28/2009 7:41:00 AM
This is very good.. Love the form of the piece..love the wink at the end..yeah, we know who runs this home..LOL..very good work.
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