This evening Abby whined and whined until I let her get into the refrigerator to get what she wanted. It turned out to be a pickle. 
Dan used to get pickles as a treat when he was well-behaved in the grocery store. I guess it runs in the family.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Could be (a lot ) worse...
Posted by Dan at 3:33 PM
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Sweet pickle? Dill? Half-sour? Gherkin? Cornichon?
She looks like a kid in a "candy store" PURE JOY! ...and who would have thought with a pickle?!?!
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