Birthday Dog

Joy, age 2 
b. November 8, 2009

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  1. Dear Fencing Bear,

    I read this post yesterday, and the result was that I dreamed about the Baby Dragon last night :)
    I was walking her on the street and in the park, but she was pulling so hard on her leash I had a hard time holding it. I do not know if there is any Freudian material in there!

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  2. Oh, definitely! The Baby Dragon is also having to practice sitting with strong emotion, in her case, the desire to chase after every rabbit and squirrel that she sees in the park. I am working on teaching her not to "bate" even as I practice taming my own falcon-heart.

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  3. Happy Birthday Joy, your brother Chance. PS: Looking Good

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  4. Hi, Chance! Happy Birthday to you, too! I got an Angry Birds Pig. What did you get?

    --Dragon Baby, a.k.a. Joy

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  5. Hi Dragon Baby, I got a new Bully Stick chew that I devoured immediately!
    Chance

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