tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89920558002932437382024-02-20T02:57:21.402+01:00Nina's Little LifeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-62508570432125015992013-05-07T11:53:00.001+02:002013-05-07T11:57:17.264+02:00Poor mammaMy poor mamma is sickly! She has a parasite. For those of you who don't know what that is (I sure didn't at first): I looked it up in the dictionary.<br />
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1<span class="ssens"><strong>:</strong> a person who exploits the hospitality of the rich and earns welcome by flatter</span> </blockquote>
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2<span class="ssens"><strong>:</strong> an organism living in, with, or on another organism in<a class="formulaic" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/parasitism" style="color: #1122cc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;">parasitism</a></span> </blockquote>
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3<strong>:</strong> something that resembles a biological parasite in dependence on something else for existence or support without making a useful or adequate return</blockquote>
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See, this is what my mother has. Isn't it awful for her? And it makes her really sick too. Every morning she feels ill and sometimes she has to vomit (yuch!). And in the afternoons she has to take a nap because the parasite makes her so tired.<br />
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She went to see a doctor and he had the most dreadful news: this parasite is to remain in mamma's belly (where it will stuff itself and grow and grow) until roughly November 25! Only then will it come out (most likely on it's own) and mamma's ever growing belly will be able to shrink.<br />
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But mamma and daddy told me the most horrid thing: when the parasite comes out, they will not leave it in the hospital to be disposed off. They are planning to take it home with them, give it it's very own name and cuddle with it!! YIKES!!<br />
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And daddy even told me this parasite will poop and cry a lot. Why would they want to take it home? Who would volunteer to take care of a whaling pooping-machine? Crazy right?<br />
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But mamma did say I could lick the parasite and play with it in time. So it might not be so bad.<br />
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Still… I don't understand what's going on in this house. But I'll sure keep you posted!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-67167275405652260072012-01-20T14:00:00.000+01:002012-01-20T14:00:01.402+01:00Escaped the manic monsterI have escaped!! I will live!!<br />
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Mommy told me that Saartje would be staying with us for a week. Saartje is grandma and grandpa Van Buren's dog. She is a real monster!!<br />
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But poor grandpa got sick and the doctors won't let him go to the mountains. So they are staying home and luckily keeping Saartje with them!! <br />
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I'm very sorry for grandpa. He is really nice to me. I always get to sleep on the sofa when I'm visiting. Of course I haven't visited since they got Saartje… Maybe the won't love me no more now…<br />
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But I'm not sorry that Saartje isn't coming. Except that mommy promised me I'd get to visit Mieke a lot of Saartje was here. Now that she's not coming, I don't know if I still get to go to Miekes…<br />
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But I know the way so I might still go if mommy isn't paying attention and I can sneak out…Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-19871190572104738672012-01-18T14:00:00.000+01:002012-01-18T14:00:03.373+01:00Sleepy timeMy excellent friend Mieke was sick. Poor Mieke, I hate it when that happens! But Mieke had tickets to see the Irish folk singers. She couldn't go but she gave the tickets to mommy and daddy.<br />
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Daddy gave me to Mieke so that I could cheer her up and divert her attention away from the Irish folk singers she had to miss. Mieke was real happy to see me (who wouldn't be?).<br />
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I got to spend the night in Miekes bed. We call it: doing a sleepy time! Doing a sleepy time is wonderful because I don't have to sleep in my own bed. I get to sleep with a human which is much better because more cuddles!! And humans have 'comforters' (very comfortable) and 'pillows' (nice and fluffy). And humans generate warmth which is nice for cuddling!!<br />
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After having had sleepy time with Mieke, grandma came to get me to take me outside for my peepee. But I really didn't want to go. I had only had 12 hours with Mieke in the bed, that's just not enough! And I can hold it easy when I get enough cuddles.<br />
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However: grandma was persistent and she's quite stern so I never dare disobey her. I went with her downstairs. <br />
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It was a good thing too. I got to peepee AND I got lots of treats and even custard. All in all, I had a great time!! I hope Mieke gives mommy and daddy tickets to all sorts of things all the time!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-66154439990461914292012-01-17T12:30:00.001+01:002012-01-17T12:30:31.224+01:00Pageviews and cookiesThis week my excellent site hit one hundred page views!<br />
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Mommy said I'm really popular! I'm so excited. Because when mommy finds I'm popular she feeds me extra cookies!! <br />
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Today I got 2 extra (on top of the 2 regular cookies). It was like heaven.<br />
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I want to thank everybody for visiting my page. <br />
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Until next time, wonderful cookie bearers!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-28811379877945920432012-01-06T14:00:00.000+01:002012-01-07T17:40:35.785+01:00A true PrincessMommy and I went out walking the other day. I was off the leash and went into a narrow side street (it has the best of smells!). Mommy didn't see me and she called out to me: "Princess, where are you? Come back to mommy Princess!"<br />
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Just at that moment a neighbor lady came out of here house. She looked funny at mommy, thinking mommy had gone banana's. Then the neighbor lady saw me as I came out of the narrow side street with the good smells and she exclaimed: "OH!!! It's <i>really </i>a Princess!"<br />
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Well duh!!! Of course I am a princess. HELLO!?!?!? Here's a picture of me on my throne to prove it:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In this photo I am just keeping court. My loyal subject (daddy) required my <br />
attention and as the goodly Princess that I am I gave him all that he needed.</td></tr>
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Today: my couch. Tomorrow: how knows... I might be out on the streets trading my cuddles for cookies. <br />
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I will keep you all posted. I'm still working on a mug shot of that monster thingy!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-58702557606757738982011-12-30T02:00:00.000+01:002011-12-30T02:00:01.705+01:00ReplacementThe most horrid of all things happened to me: I am going to be replaced!!!<br />
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A little while ago I visited daddy's sister. Grandma and Grandpa were there too. They had a monster with them!! It was sooooo scary!! The creature tried to capture me by my tail and chased me all day long. And Mommy did nothing!! She just sat there laughing her head off!<br />
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And then, to add insult to injury, I heard Mommy say to Grandma that this monster (it's named Saartje) was welcome at MY house when Grandma and Grandpa go on holiday!!<br />
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NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />
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Not in my house!! NOT IN MY HOUSE!!!!<br />
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Has anybody room available for me?? Please help a puppy out!!<br />
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As soon as I can muster up a mug-shot of this monster I will post is and you can all help me track it down and dispose of it!! We mustn't creepy creatures take over our streets (of our HOMES for that matter!!).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-53135549153751079882011-12-28T15:41:00.000+01:002011-12-28T15:41:10.479+01:00Scared of StalkerDaddy has a real life stalker. I was so scared of this stalker that I didn't want to post to this page anymore. I thought the stalker might see what I and my parents are up to and I really hate to humor a stalker!!<br />
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But then I thought: this is MY blog!! And if the stalker wants a piece of me, well COME AND GET IT. This stalker is a stupid poopie-stinky-face and I don't care about the stalker reading my blog!! I'm back and I'm here to stay!<br />
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Expect a lot more action here on Nina's little life!! I get into lots of adventures and I'd love to tell you all about it. Stay tuned!!<br />
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Please keep the 'pageviews' coming!! Mommy promised me an extra cookie if I get 250!!<br />
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Hugs (and a little lick snuck in there!) from NinaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-20387215830422680202011-08-21T18:55:00.001+02:002011-08-22T08:11:51.480+02:00HairdresserI went to the hairdresser. I didn't know we were going, mommy hadn't told me.<br />
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So we got there and I walked right into Leni's yard. There were 2 cavi friends there to play with, I was all happy. I didn't recognize the place straight away.<br />
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I even walked into the shed because there was this nice looking woman (Leni) who had cuddles for me. My tail was wagging hard!!<br />
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But then I saw it: I'd been here before, this was the place where I was tortured (naturally, my tail stopped wagging)!! One day I went here and mommy left me. When mommy came back (after 3 hours!) I was bald… And mommy was SO happy. Which actually was the worst, how mommy didn't even seem to mind. I felt so misunderstood!<br />
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So anyway, I didn't want Leni to have her way with me again so I tried to run but mommy grabbed me (darn thumbs!). Mommy set me on the torture table and left.<br />
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Three hours later, this was the result:<br />
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I never want to go to Leni ever again. It's her fault too that I now can't have my flea circus. The fleas have nowhere to live now that I'm bald.<br />
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On the up side: I did receive 2 cookies when we got home for good behavior!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-25608008906229722452011-08-16T08:41:00.000+02:002011-08-16T08:41:07.032+02:00RoyaltyWhen we went walking in the woods Sunday, we happened upon a quaint little house. I figured I'd go live there since my parents were making me walk through the dirt and stuff. <br />
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I marched right into that garden, ready to beg for shelter (and cookies!) when a guard stopped me. He said dogs weren't allowed into the palace gardens.<br />
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This farm boy probably didn't know that I was royalty too and I tried to explain but he wouldn't listen.<br />
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In the end I went home with my parents. There was nothing I could do, not having the power of speech and all that…<br />
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Now it's Tuesday morning and I got 2 cookies already. I'm starting to be happy I went home with my parents.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-20852575798682111232011-08-15T08:16:00.001+02:002011-08-15T08:17:00.520+02:00Horror WeekendWhat a weekend… it was horrible! On Saturday mommy got sick and tired of the flea circus I keep on my back. She tossed me in the tub once more. Daddy vacuumed and sprayed the house; the works. The whole house smelled vile! Don't the parents know that it's so much harder for me to keep pets this way?!?<br />
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When I was washed and scrubbed and daddy was done with the spraying, we had to flee the house. We went to a really nice lunchroom where I got a cookie. My weekend was saved. Or so I thought…<br />
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Sunday started off nice enough. Daddy wanted to go to the gym (but not by himself) but mommy said "NO!". So instead of working out, my parents went for a walk. And I got to go! So excited. I love walks and I love my parents! So I got in the car, tail a-waggin'.<br />
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But my daddy brought us to a forrest. Did you know that in a forrest it continues to rain even if it's technically no longer raining?? It's horrible!! And there was all these puddles and dirt… Mommy and daddy didn't seem to mind but they have walking shoes. I was dirty from head to toes ('cause: no walking shoes!). I HATE dirty!! I'm royalty, I should never be dirty!!<br />
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When we came to a pancake house daddy gave me a cookie. But I was not to be bribed and refused!! Daddy ought to know that a princess doesn't like wet walks in the wood!<br />
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Once home, the horror continued. Because I was so dirty (through no fault of my own!) I had to take AN OTHER bath!! And it was all daddy's idea! The old man should take a bath himself!<br />
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After the bath mommy tried to sweet talk me but I was really hurt.<br />
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Today is monday and I got a cookie. I'm a little better now. Maybe if I get 10 more cookies I will forgive my parents.<br />
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Or maybe 12...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-12714752398790595412011-08-10T13:53:00.002+02:002011-08-10T15:57:11.532+02:00Creepy Tuesday AdventureSo I'm sitting on the couch next to mommy. She's eating lunch and I'm hoping for a little bite. No luck on the little bite but mommy is petting me which is goooood…<br />
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All of a sudden, mommy starts shrieking and grabs my little head in a head lock. Ouch!! Lemme go!!<br />
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Mommy's fiddling around a spot that already hurts! Mommy starts shrieking even LOUDER and the painter lady walks in to check things out (I like her, she always lets me lick her nose which is yummy!).<br />
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All of a sudden, I get tossed in the bicycle basket and mommy jumps on and starts peddling. Where are we going?? I'm so stressed! Shrieking and tossing is no good!<br />
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Mommy takes me to the pet store and sweet Ina (well, NORMALLY she's sweet but NOT this time!) starts fondling my head like mommy just did. Then she pules out a nasty device. It looks much like a torturing device. I'm so scared!<br />
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Ina is pushing and pulling, I have no idea what's going on and mommy still has me in a head lock. And then… relieve!! Such sweet relieve! Ina shows mommy what's wrong (I snuck a peek): I had a tick!! And no small one either. It's HUGE!!! And grey and scary…<br />
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Yuch!! I want to shriek too (but I'm a puppy so no can do!). This tick is disgusting and enormous and gross… Poor little me!<br />
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This is the sort of torturing device that Ina used to rescue me. I love Ina again, she's my hero.<br />
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Now it's off to bed for me. So much shrieking and excitement… I'm all pooped out. Nite, nite! (don't worry, after all this I did get a cookie so I'm all good!)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-43449898835511689342011-08-10T13:37:00.002+02:002011-08-10T13:57:24.888+02:00Best joke ever!!What has 4 legs, soft fur and a wagging tail???<br />
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What's that?? You already knew this joke? :(Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-10055758127714226472011-08-08T10:41:00.001+02:002011-08-08T16:01:05.944+02:00Good Old DaysWhen I was a little puppy (I'm a BIG girl now!) and mommy and I lived in The Hague (NL), I had a really good grandpa and grandma. Rob and Wil Lejewaan. I got to play with grandpa and grandma would walk and feed me if mommy was late from work or something. I love grandpa and grandma Lejewaan. I used to get lots of cookies in the store where grandpa worked. I miss the cookies too…<br />
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Grandpa taught me how to be a parrot and sit on his shoulder. Well, not exactly sit 'cause I'm a puppy and I have no claws. But look, this is me with grandpa:<br />
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I have no pic's of grandma but she was really nice too.<br />
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Grandpa suggested I sell my fleas to the<a href="http://youtu.be/QHR5XCrvwBw"> flea circus</a>. Mommy is not crazy about the idea but<i> I</i> think grandpa might be on to something. If it works, we can make some extra bucks. And I already know that 'bucks' can be exchanged into cookies at <a href="http://www.brokkenenzo.nl/">Ina's store</a>!<br />
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I'm going to try and convince mommy to sell the fleas. Thanks for the tip grandpa Lejewaan. I miss you and grandma very much! (although here in Gouda I have grandma and Grandpa Haveman. They are very nice too and I get loads of cookies - so no worries, I'm in good company!)<br />
(although occasionally I get a green bean… I'm not to thrilled about those I must say)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-47502173435129809592011-08-07T15:51:00.002+02:002011-08-07T16:04:22.817+02:00Terrifying ThursdayMommy and daddy always go out to work on Monday, Thursday and Friday and leave me home alone (don't worry - I can get in the yard if I need to do my 'thing') (or just for sunbathing, for that matter). I like it when my parents leave. I have the house to myself and get to catch up on my beauty sleep.<div><br /></div><div>But at some point, my parents were home a lot. They called it 'vacation'. I thought this 'vacation' would interfere with my down time and I was sceptic at first. But it turns out that 'vacation' is not so bad. When my parents are home, I get a lot of cookies during the day! I like cookies!</div><div><br /></div><div>On this particular Thursday though, the scariest thing happened: daddy went out the front door and mommy went out the back gate. They left!! And I was going to get NO cookies all day long!?!? I was soooo stressed!! </div><div><br /></div><div>So I came up with a cunning plan (I'm not as dense as I sometimes look!): Stupid mommy didn't close the gate. She left it open for Rebecca, the nice lady that was painting our house at the time. So when mommy biked down the street I ran and I ran as fast as 4 paws could carry me!! </div><div><br /></div><div>When I had chased mommy for 3 blocks I got really tired. I overtook her so that she could what I was up to. Mommy was so surprised that I ran so fast and that I had come with her. She brought me all the way back home!</div><div><br /></div><div>My plan came together: once home I received not one, but TWO cookies and mommy called our sweet friend Mieke to puppysit for me. Mieke gave me more cookies still!! I had the best day ever!</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't really need this kind of excitement all the time. Just the cookies… Yeah, cookies all the time would be nice.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-51155601072453841632011-08-07T15:44:00.002+02:002011-08-07T15:51:22.879+02:00Wednesday = Adventure DayMy daddy has his 'daddy-day' on a Wednesday. This means that on Wednesdays he works from home to take care of his daughter (which is ME!).<div><br /></div><div>A while ago we had a very special Wednesday. The thing that sometimes rings and that daddy uses to talk to went off on this special Wednesday. Daddy talked to it and when he was finished, he started cheering and dancing through the living room!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I was a little scared because daddy NEVER cheers (not to mention the dancing!!). Daddy spoke to me of a new 'job'. </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know what a 'job' is but mommy explained to me it has to do with making money. And money can be used at the pet store in exchange for cookies.</div><div><br /></div><div>So I'm very happy with this new 'job' of daddy's. I can't imagine a life without cookies (well, not one worth living anyways!).</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8992055800293243738.post-12815284938753157402011-08-07T15:26:00.002+02:002011-08-08T10:48:37.190+02:00How it all beganI jumped on mommy's lap and started licking her whole face!! Mommy called me her "Tiniest Little Licking Machine".<br />
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