Wednesday, July 8, 2009


It sure was cold at the Grand Canyon. I am use to similiar weather being born in Pittsburgh. We stayed a hotel that evening. When we went outside for a walk we saw large dogs with horns. Mom told me not to be afraid because they were reindeer with antlers. That night mom put a blanket and a pillow on the floor for me to sleep on. I was still a little nervous being away from Pittsburgh. Needless to say the ride home was fun. I knew I was headed for a loving home. People kept kissing and hugging me. I was informed I was handsome, adorable, hysterical and I had a snore that outdid grandpa's.

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