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Cookies (by Rhodry)April 01, 2006 This morning Susanna took clothes into the basement and they got wet. Then she brought them outside and hung them up. I do not know why the clothes get wet. I get wet when it rains, but it is not raining in the basement! If she did not take them in the basement, maybe they would not get wet. I like watching her hang them up because then I do not have to be a tied-up puppy and we can play the "where's my puppy" game. I go somewhere and then Susanna says, "Where's my puppy?" I do not say anything. She says, "Rhodry? Come here, Rhodry!" Then I come and she gives me a cookie! She hangs up more clothes. I go somewhere else. She says, "Where's my puppy?" I come back and she gives me another cookie. Sometimes I go in the woods. Sometimes I go on Gayle's porch. Sometimes I lie down next to the truck and pretend to be a tied-up puppy. That is very funny. Susanna does not know where I am and I am right next to the truck! Susanna likes the "where's my puppy" game because she likes to give me cookies. She says, "you are a cookie monster!" I do not know what that means! I like to eat cookies. They are not very big, but they are bigger than Gracie's cookies! Once I went to Gracie's house all by myself. When I came back with Gracie, Susanna was mad. Then she said, "You are a very sneaky puppy" and I knew she was not mad any more. Your friend,
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