My Friend Moose
I got a very nice comment from my friend Moose. You remember, Moose, don't you? And his Mom, Phoebe? Miss Phoebe (and Moose) are the wonderful creators of My Squeaky Ball and I have told you before that My Squaky Balls are my favorite toy ever in the entire known world. Ever. I could not sleep at night if I couldn't squeak my ball and annoy my Mom for at least 30 minutes every night.
Anyway.... this is what Moosie said about my WeatherBlogging.
I’m looking forward to hearing your forecast, Bob. You can always revise it afterwards in your backcast.
Here I am enjoying the blizzard… I was the only one who could leap around since
Your faithful friend (even though you tried to bite me),
Moose
Moose is, as you might recall, a Great Dane, and just for the record, I did not try to bite him on the nose. I was only lifting his lip to see if he was hiding balls. Geeze.

So, as you can see...... Moose is very good at playing snow-plow. I must remember that when next we need our road fixed. HA.
Oh and guess what else? Ms. Phoebe is going to be walkin' dogs and sittin' pets for our company, Everything & The Dog She will still be knittin' her wonderful toys, and I guessing that her clients are going to be getting some perks from this relationship. I wonder if she can drive to Leesburg and take care of me? I could use some new balls.
Love,
Bob





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