{"id":2659,"date":"2011-04-10T21:49:07","date_gmt":"2011-04-11T01:49:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/?p=2659"},"modified":"2011-04-10T21:49:07","modified_gmt":"2011-04-11T01:49:07","slug":"he-who-mows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.baileybegood.com\/home\/2011\/04\/10\/he-who-mows\/","title":{"rendered":"He Who Mows"},"content":{"rendered":"

It was pretty hot out today, so I made my runs outside very short.
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\nThe grass in the backyard has grown a bit over the past few weeks — mommy’s started to call it a forest. When I’m walking through the forest, I come back inside with all these little green thingies on me. Mommy has to pick them off one by one, or use a doggie brush to get them out.<\/p>\n

Today I played in mommy and daddy’s room. I’m not allowed to go in there unless someone is there, ’cause there’s lots of stuffz that I would probably play with that I’m not supposed to. Also, Nala sleeps in there, so I can’t bother her.<\/p>\n

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\nThat’s right… I’m on your bed<\/em>, mommy & daddy!<\/center><\/p>\n

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\nWhat? Didn’t you say I could come up here?<\/p>\n

What’s that sound? <\/p>\n

I hear something familiar, but I can’t make out what it is.<\/p>\n

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\nThe sound got louder and louder, and I got more curious,
\nso I stood really tall and looked out the bedroom window.<\/p>\n

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\nIt was my daddy, and he was mowing!<\/p>\n

The forest was gone!<\/p>\n

\"He<\/p>\n

I couldn’t wait to play in the backyard again.<\/p>\n

There would be no more green thingies…
\nat least for a little while.<\/center><\/p>\n

Woofs & hugs,<\/p>\n

~Bailey<\/p>\n

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