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Norman & Sharkie havin' a digg

Norman: eh, hellow everyone! come and see what I found!

Norman: hey Sharkie, come see this...!



Sharky: ok Normie. What did u find?



Norman: I dunno. Look there. Im not sure what it is, maybe your genius nose can help me



Sharky: Oh Normie, this is easy as pie. its what you call a mousie hole. they are these tiny little furry creatures that you are supposed to chase and catch, like ya grandma and grandpa did... before we were born



Norman: oh wow! thanks Shark'. I thought you might know. Im sure there must be more in here, I can smell something... lets digg a little further.



Norman: I love this place, it has so many holes all over!



Sharky: Yeah, me too!



Comments

Carlo said…
Oh and Sharky rolled in some cow dung. She loves doing that cause she thinks the mice can't smell her.
We have a hole in our yard, Mommy says it is a mole hole and she won't let me near it.

Bussie Kissies
Buster
Norman,

I love your blog, great pictures of you and your family. I wish I had a sibling to play with.

Luna-tic

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