Sometimes we go to the tree place with Mom and the kids. There are so many trees and so much grass and so much stuff. I can smell it under the leaves. Under many of the leaves and under a lot of the bushes to. I want to go follow the smell--I know I'll find something good if she'd just let me freaking go get it!
I try I really do, I try to lead her in the direction of the interesting smell. Is it a bird? A squirrel, a mouse, something new? Yes it is. And I could show her. I assure her it would be interesting to her to. If she'd just let me freaking go get it and show her.
But she doesn't let me go far, I can walk ahead a little but that's it. Ahh, frustration. Don't they smell it? Don't they want to know what it is? I could show them. I would share. If she'd just freaking let me.
I try I really do, I try to lead her in the direction of the interesting smell. Is it a bird? A squirrel, a mouse, something new? Yes it is. And I could show her. I assure her it would be interesting to her to. If she'd just let me freaking go get it and show her.
But she doesn't let me go far, I can walk ahead a little but that's it. Ahh, frustration. Don't they smell it? Don't they want to know what it is? I could show them. I would share. If she'd just freaking let me.
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