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Ash

Just because I like my mom’s dirty underwear doesn’t make me a pervert. I prefer her undershirts but I’ll settle for what’s available. If all else fails I’ll go for socks or shoes, but her undershirts are my favorite.

I only take my mom’s underwear. I have been known to swipe a sock or two from guests, and routinely grab a sock from my dad on my way out the door in the morning. But I only have a taste for underwear my mom has worn.

Ash in Pink

I like to sneak into the closet where the hamper lives. I carefully select my garment. She can tell what I’m up to by my strut. I prance around to show off what I’ve got. I walk past the people and turn my head to make sure they see the laundry. If anyone tries to intercept me I pick up the pace and run a few laps around the couch.

Some people argue I should be scolded for swiping laundry. My mom says a good laugh is hard to come by and she’ll put up with little holes in her undershirt for the fun of seeing her laundry saunter by. I think it gets to what’s important in your life – a good laugh or nice underwear. Tough choice. Anyway, gotta run.

Ash

I have a friend who is a service dog. His name is Cody. He belongs to a person who knew me when I was a puppy. My mom used to take him to work when his boss was sick. He wore his service dog vest and got to go to all sorts of neat places. This is him with some funny teeth my mom gave him.

Cody

For a while my mom thought I could learn some service dog tricks because I like to carry things around in my mouth.

I don’t really want to be a service dog. Oh, I like to bring her all her shoes from the closet. She laughs and says thank you. Then I start after the laundry. She’s still laughs and tries to tell me no. When she ignores me I grab the TV remote or the phone. She says “No, No Asher” but she can’t stop laughing. That makes me happy.

One time I brought her a kitchen manual. She grabbed that right away so I figured she really likes paper. When I picked up the her tax return things really got silly.

People call me the juvenile delinquent. But it’s all in good fun. When somebody’s really sad I make them laugh. When they’re happy I’m happy too. Life is good. I’m glad my mom lets me be silly. Cody gets to be silly too when he’s not working. Maybe you should try being silly once in a while. It won’t hurt you. Gotta run!

River

This is River. He is very new to the world. When this picture was taken he was just a couple of months old. Do you see the ball in his mouth? He learned to love the ball on his very first visit to Asherpark. River and I are gonna be good pals.

River ran and played for hours at our dog party. Us older barkers wanted to take a break, but he just kept going. His manners are very nice. He played with us when we let him, but he knew when to leave us alone. Even when he got closed out of the house, he waited at the door without scratching or jumping.

At the Door

River has a brave heart and will have the gift of courage throughout his life. He will bring his person great joy. River will live in the mountains and learn the smells of the wild. He will hike with his person and grow strong.

River has the neatest dad a dog could have. And my mom is River’s god mom. How good does it get?

See ya.