#1096197 added September 4, 2025 at 11:37am Restrictions: None
Happinesss
Happiness is a house full of dogs. I am always tripping over squeaky toys. Mine will never get the concept of a toy box. For example, Prudence was plump, and she seemed to believe the toy box was a bed. She was constantly making a nest of it.
I went shopping, and when I got home, I had every dog but Prudence come to meet me. I called for her. She didn’t come. I became concerned. I searched everywhere for her, calling her. In the toy box, I found her and six little wiggly surprises. Now I am a grandmother.
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