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| CP Caruso has shaken off the Terrible Twos… |
Caruso
here! I’m three! My Mom told me so! My sister, Cindel, is five and a half, and my
big brother, Wicket, is seven “and change” (whatever that means! Mom didn’t want to break out the calculator
to figure it out more precisely!).
Anyway, this makes me the Baby still, even though I am getting older. Mom says I’m a Big Boy now, but I am not sure
I agree… Being the Baby has its
rewards!
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| …and is now – officially, Mom says – a Three year old Big Boy… |
Another
thing: My Mom says I need to be more
responsible, now that I am starting my Fourth year – but I just finished being
Two! I know how to count - like any good
Cairn – so I know that Three comes after Two!
I’m Three!!! The only thing I’m
figuring is that Mom is so done with
the Terrible Twos, she just wants to push me toward a more mature number???
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| …starting out Year Four on the right paw! |
Anyway,
I love my Mom and Dad, and I love my brother and sister too - even though I get
mad at Wicket sometimes. He says things
under his breath to me that make me mad, but since my Mom and Dad can’t hear
his little jabs, they just think I am being a little jerk when I get him in my
sight and pounce! Got into a little
trouble for that one, but it did not stop me from doing it again! I’m a Terrier, what can I say?!!!
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| Balls, however, are Big Boy toys too! |
Actually,
that didn’t turn out so well. Mom and
Dad were not happy. They loaded us into the car and I thought we might be going
off to celebrate my Birthday, but we ended up at the Vet’s! Of course, there was nothing for the vet to
really look at because Wicket and I were our usual sweet selves today! The vet took some blood from us and checked
us over pretty good, just so Mom and Dad would feel better.
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Cindel, Caruso, and Wicket
waiting for Cheese!
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But
this is the important part: The vet told
Mom and Dad that I was Sooooo much improved since she first met me a year
ago! And she was right! Last year, I was very stiff, and they stuck
that old muzzle on me because they didn’t know what I might do when they were
scaring me with so many horrible things – and I didn’t understand what they were going to do! Today, I stood still and let them examine me
with no trouble! And then, I was whining because Wicket was on the table, so
Mom did the hand signal for “Sit” and then “Down”, and I did it! The vet was Very impressed! :)
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Ahhhhhhhhhhh… Being three is exhausting!
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I’m
Three years old, starting my Fourth year, happily Forever Home thanks to
Mom and Dad, and everyone in Col. Potter who worked so hard to save me and set me up for the
Best year of my life - so far!
Take
a look at my grand entrance to Col. Potter:
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Caruso joins the CP show!
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