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Rankin Bass Draw 20 [Days 8] - Yukon Cornelius

It was at that point they met Yukon Cornelius, Scallywag of the North

"Believe it or not, son, one time a skier slipped in a crevasse and was saved by a chain of monkeys!"

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ZORBA THE KING

Forever in our hearts...

I knew what I was getting myself into.

Nobody made me, nobody put a gun to my head. I wanted it just like that. I knew I’d be tied down somehow. Care for them, feed them, walk them.

It doesn’t matter what the weather is or if I’m in the mood or not.

I knew my purse would be tighter, my clothes covered in dog hair, and my stuff could be ruined, but that was my choice that I made.

Not saying it’s always been that way but it’s worth it.

I can never be mad at them.

The items can be replaced, carpet can be cleaned, my clothes can be washed.

Then one day the light starts to fade from their sparkling eyes, they stop going for long walks, and their days are spent laying next to me resting. We may have to go more often to the doctor. I may have to clean up accidents more often.

I wanted this when I decided to bring them into my life, I wanted childhood, youth and old age with all it’s beauties, happy moments and even the worst days with all it’s grudge.

My dogs will never have a new owner, will never end up in a rescue or at a shelter. I’m not moving if they can’t come with me!!! The person who would make me give them up isn’t born yet and never will be. They are part of my life, my family and will stay!!!

I have taken over this. From the first to the last day.