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Before my husband left me and we vacationed in the Bahamas, even after he quit smoking cigarettes, he would smoke cigars while there. Not any cigars, they had to be Jamaican cigars. I like to smell some cigars and these I did. I think I enjoyed the aroma as much as he did the smoking.
Oh well, he is gone and I miss him and those days are over, but I have my memories of both.
Bullett is my dog. He is company for me and sometimes so funny. He will turn round and round in fast circles when I am about to pour him his food. He will also get his tennis ball and run just as fast as he can across the yard, back and forth, then bring it to me so that I can throw it for him to fetch.
The little critter makes me laugh every time I come home and it is past time for him to be inside. He always comes to the back gate to welcome me home. I will say to him, “If you are ready to go in, go ahead.” He will then run up the handicap ramp so fast that he makes me think of a horse running.
I do have a problem with him, tho. He has stayed in the laundry room at night in his crate every night but one since I have had him unless he was in the kennel. I have been invited by 2 different friends to spend the weekend with them and can’t easily do that unless I have someone to take care of him for me. Still pondering on how I will handle this as I can’t afford to kennel him.