That's me on the far left and my brothers and sister being held by Miss Mary. It was a kind of furry time in my life. I was the runt, though. You can't tell that from this picture, but Daddy said I was the runt. He was the runt in his family too. Usually the runt gets pushed around alot. So we both know what its like to get pushed around alot. I don't think Daddy cried, though. I do.
I'm okay now. Daddy, not so much. He'll get over it someday.
Because of all the steak I get to eat, I'm bigger now. All the kids in my first family have good homes and wonderful parents, just like me. Except I'm a 40059 dog and that means I get to chase deers, rabbits, chipmonks, squirrels and kittykats. I'll chase birds after I flush them out of their trees.
Birds don't like me, but I don't care about them either. I talk to the deer. Sometimes they talk back by stomping their hoofs at me. They don't get steak, so I wonder how they got to be so big. They're fast - almost as fast as me. If I wasn't on a leash, I'd be able to get 'em everytime.
Although I'm French - all Bichons are French, you know - this picture was taken over in Lawrenceburg, KY. My Momma says they have the "best country ham in the USA" and she's going to take me back there so we can get some and I can visit with my first family, my biological (I think that's like Episcopal or something) parents, and run around on the farm. That's in Bourbon Country and I'm sure Daddy will have a good time too.
Ya'll need to come visit. I'll be good and give you kisses, if you want.
Well, that's how I see it.
Au revoir,
Henri
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