It really is one of my favorite months. The wind ruffles my hair, birds sing really loud in the morning & I can enjoy the tang of possum in the air. They have a distinctive fragrance you know. Maezi & I go out in the morning to look for clues. We always find the clues – but never the culprit. 
I wonder if the little possum who visited us so long ago is the one still visiting?
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It’s All About Me
Hello, I’m Augustine Francis Charles McGillicuddy.
You can call me Auggie.
I’m a limerick loving boy. So I’m going to post a limerick about dogs…mutts, & ALL the breeds…maybe alphabetically, maybe haphazardly. Stay tuned.
I’ll wax poetic about the essence of a squeak toy & other very important subjects...
In other words…a dog’s life…according to me. -
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