Friday, June 17, 2011

The Promoted

Last night was a promotion, not a graduation. Mom thinks that is pretty funny. She never had a "promotion" when she passed eighth grade. Oh well.

In other news, dad is real mad at me for getting through the barricade and squeezing through the slider to get onto the back porch and get into the garbage. I better lay low for a while. If only I knew how.

8 comments:

  1. It could also have been called a "Culminating Experience" which is what one of the Woman's professors always talked about...

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  2. I'm a master at getting past barricades too. Hope the garbage was worth the scolding.

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  3. oh Roxy, such a feshy. I love it!

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  4. Everyday we wait to hear about your devilish adventure! What don't you try? or get into?

    Congrats to PlusOne.

    Drools and licks,
    Minnie and Mack

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  5. Congratulations! Enjoy your HIGH SCHOOL ADVENTURE!!! Pug Hugs, Ellen

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  6. You aren't called the Devil Dog for nothing. If your parents wanted you to be a good little pug, maybe they should have named you Angel!

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