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Going Crackers!


We've been busy bees at Camp Leo these past couple weeks.

We gained a new member to the family, a rescue doggie with a mysterious past, but the sweetest and kindest disposition. It's definitely a win-win!






Our commander-in-chief, the Lion man himself, has in addition to his usual tricks, been doggedly growing his repertoire.

Who know that the word "Hi!" could make mum and pop get all weepy?
I'm sure Leo didn't expect his crackers to be quite so damp and salty when he asked (craakaa?) for them...

Our life is filled with everyday Leo miracles.

 And since it never rains, it hurricanes, (though we didn't sustain any damage at all during Sandy's bender, for those who might have been wondering) Leo has also improved his balance drastically! We are all crossing our fingers for a Christmas gift that sounds like the pitter patter of his little feet walking alone... But right now, he is able to walk with very minimal hand holding, and sometimes stands up and takes one or a half step on his own.

So, as it is, we are all keeping our sense of humor out and holding our breaths in for the next big development in this mad, mad, mad, mad world.


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As always, our love to you and thanks for reading! (And watching!)





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