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Mush!
Some people hear this word and immediately gag . . . the warm, textureless sensation of "healthy" breakfasts as a child invading their senses. Not me. I think of Carter, my 55-lb pit bull that might as well be 200 pounds. Just like a great sled dog or one of those big Clydesdales (the big Budweiser horses), he drags me down the sidewalk like my 150 pounds are weightless. He's walking me . . . I'm just there to hold the other end of the leash so he doesn't have to bother. Do you ever feel that way? Is someone else walking you? Your boss, your friend, your parent, your mortgage? Quit it! Get a trainer I say. Carter and I will do the same :-P Love you all. Utah will miss Mom and Dad this week. Take good care of them Kentucky!
Kimberlyjoye
