(I know. Though I could see her handing him things. . .well after a while. What kind a job you think she'd have?) When she gets there she sees the boys working hard.
Doc: Always for you Daisy. Well. . .I'd like you to bring her down to the office sometime next week so I can take a look. I might have to start her on some medicine.
My eighteenth birthday is in January. Anybody got ideas for what I could do? Will be just my family and my brother's gf I think. . . but so far off I don't even know what day Jan 9, 2010 falls on.
Cool Roger. Our other dog is a pitbull named Cassie. And we have lots and lots and lots of Koi fish. I know where you named her Daisy from I bet. My grandma used to have a little dog she named Daisy May too. If I ever get a dog when I move out I am so naming her Daisy.
Enos: I know. I don't know what's wrong with her, but I reckon we ought to see if Doc knows a good Phychiatrist. *Just then Doc brings Lily out, her head wrapped up and she was still asleep, but he laid her in Enos's arms* (g2g soon see ya tomorrow)