The old gang met at our place yesterday to ride trikes down to the park. They were dinging their bells and blowing their horns. I suspect Bleu felt left out being the only one belted into a stinkin' stroller. And without a thing to squeak.
Buby told me after how much he missed Gilly for not being there. He still thinks of his gal pals as a package deal. After the park we stopped at our old-fashioned village cafe for some soft serve and sprinkles. What a treat!
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