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Pretty puppies!
Thank god! Someone who can at least see the light. Both Sera and the Boys have hinted that Kripke pretty much has the finale word on the finale decisions. I wish that people would stop making assumptions off of spoilers and 30 second promo clip! This season is going to be awesome, I just know it and as for the Winchesters? You have to start the season off somewhere where they can work their way back into what is normal for them! Does that make sense?
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Not to start you too soon on the metas, but I'm slowly, slowly going through and meta-ing on Show - episode reviews starting from the very beginning. I've only posted two so far, but I'm planning to plod along on this for a while. If you feel like it, and you've got a little time, drop on by. :)
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Love the pics. I know that Ash is your hubs' dog but is he going to be working her? I say that because I am just wondering about how difficult will it be for you to handle an Aussie as opposed to BC. Aussie personalities are so much different. I think it will be challenging and fun. What was your thoughts on switching breeds? Unless the hubs loves the BCs but thinks he will be a better handler match with the Ash. Or do you not care - a good dog is a good dog.
Hmmm. Inquiring minds wanna know.
Take care and thanks for the update.
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Ash is so cute! If she was sleek instead of fluffy, she would look like Molly the wonder dog - our former pastor's Australian cattle dog who was astonishingly smart and persistantly herded parisioners on picnics; my own encounter came when I was reading under a tree entirely too close to the dranage pond Molly was convinced was An Evil Thing. Failing to respond to her stare and woof, I was promptly head-butted in the ribs and butted back into the pavilion to everyone's merriment.
She lived to a venerable eighteen-nineteen, dying under her master's chair on a sunny day.
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