tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870217936776253372.post2711667989517737538..comments2023-08-29T02:26:46.064-07:00Comments on Bo's Blog: Wishing you Merry ChristmasJanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14580276696565356742noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870217936776253372.post-20497704361027397952010-01-29T06:29:53.846-08:002010-01-29T06:29:53.846-08:00Hi Bo! Sounds like you had wonderful Christmas tim...Hi Bo! Sounds like you had wonderful Christmas time. Christmas is good. I got a bone. I love bones. I love hoofs too. Mom says hoofs stink but I think they smell GOOD. I eat them. Yum. I came to visit your blog. It's good. We didn't have so good Christmas. We had snow. I love snow! but so much snow that Mom couldn't get the back door open at first and that was bad. I need OUT. I have a yard but it's not as big as yours. Also snow meant Aunt Nancy couldn't come. I love her. She's scared of me because I'm a big Akita. I try not to drool, and I can't help if my hair comes off -- I like to put my hair and my scent on the people I love. I can't help it if my teeth are big and sharp either. I think it's a good thing because it means I get bones. Did I say I love bones? I love bones. I'm glad to meet you. Maybe Mom will let me have my own blog. She calls me a snow-dog. I hate hot summer. I love snow and winter. Wow. I roll in the snow. I hate baths too, but I love mud! It's the best. No, snow is best. But mud is good! Bye for now!<br />Kimiko the Akita girlAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-870217936776253372.post-59543749950808132402010-01-04T12:27:20.900-08:002010-01-04T12:27:20.900-08:00I hope Christmas was all that you expected, Bo, an...I hope Christmas was all that you expected, Bo, and a Happy New Year to you and CeCe (and to your mom and dad). My very favourite Christmas present was a canvas frisbee. It's a hoot racing around the yard and snatching it out of the air!<br /><br />My mistress always loves to get books (they're everywhere in our house) and a friend gave her one of your mom's that she had never read, "A Gathering of Finches". I think she was more excited about that book than I was about my frisbee. She said something about it building her collection. Now I could tell you about collections. There's my assorted nylabone chew toys, hoofies, shredded towels, precious sticks and branches. Oh, I love collecting! Mom's always muttering and putting them in the garbage but I keep pulling them out and bringing them back. After all, I'm a retriever!<br /><br />Happy collecting and chewing! Woof!<br /><br />TynanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com