Mom is back and now we get to tag along with her in the car again. Yesterday we went to the boathouse. Today we went to the gym. She figured out that if she leaves the passenger seat up we can't get into the front seat to chew up the parking brake. (What's this "we" stuff? Poker's the one that chews up the brake. --Euchre) Poker put his paws up on the seat because he wanted to ride in the front on the way home, but Mom didn't let him.
We were pretty good back there, except we got a little hungry and chewed up a plastic spoon we found. (Crunch. --Poker)
--Poker and Euchre
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