Wednesday, February 08, 2006

About once a week I have to wait outside the bakery like this. Now, I live in Europe, and usually I get to go anywhere, but not in here. So I wait patiently outside and as people come out the door I follow them and their fresh baked goodies until my leash won't reach anymore. Mom says I would go with a new family in a second if they had goodies ...probably true.


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