Nothin' to see here, people, move along. Ok, if you insist on staying, atleast take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable. Once I get started...well, you could be here for a while. (Just ignore the typos. I do.) Yes, snacks are allowed as long as you share and clean up after yourself. Oh yeah, hey...if you happen to see my scissors around here, could you let me know. I could have sworn I had them right here a minute ago.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
My little Raccoon..
Once I had a pet Raccoon. It's true. My Mother hated him. He used to chase me around the yard and jump on me, licking me like a puppy would. He used to sit on the back of the seat when my Dad took him for rides in the car. He loved it. He would crawl up on the sceen of my bedroom window at night and wake me up. Dad took him to work one day and ended up giving him to a kid who wanted him, after he brought his Dad by to see our little buddy. I think Mom was the reason Dad gave him away. Our little coon used to gross her out, but then again she never really liked animals. I love the noise they make...I love the way they wash their paws and anything they eat. The Japanese call them water bears. How cute is that. I have no idea who this lady is in the photo, but that little guy climbing on her back reminds me of my long lost pal. I wish I had some pictures of him. For some reason we don't. So sad......oh so sad. I still have fond memories though.
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my mom and dad used to have baby coons but i dont rember them because i was too young but i think we have pics of them somewhere and they are cute but they really suck when your on the hwyway at night and hit one lol it has happed to me a few time lol but anyways i posted so now you cant yell at me ha ha well love ya - Shannon
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