I Hope You Have a Child Just Like You
Well…Mom got her wish. Little did she know it would come in the form of Magnus. Never in my life have I encountered such a strong willed little fellow. He’s not your average kid by *any* stretch of the imagination. In his fifteen weeks of life, he’s learned to sleep through the night, feed himself, take out the trash, and pick up shoes. Okay, so he takes out the trash and distributes it all over the kitchen floor, but only after shredding it in to a million little pieces. And, he picks up shoes and hides them, but only after attempting the shredding process. Nevertheless, he’s won my heart -and- managed to make me say “NO” and “Bad Boy” more times than I can count. Magnus is an Old English Mastiff with an apricot colored coat, a dark black mask, a slobbery tongue, and the cutest eyes you’ve ever seen. With the addition of Magnus to my household, I am confronted with the sins of my youth. Was I really that stubborn? Did I talk back as much as he does? Did I demand attention? Was I relentless in my pursuit of dangerous stuff? Did my Mother want to give me away to the gypsies? Was I totally adorable? If so, then I have a child just like me.
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