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A Royal Welcome June 22, 2009

Posted by Emily in : Daily Life, My Former Dog Children, Princess Hannah , 3comments

Have you been to my house?

Rung my doorbell?

Been greeted by the crew?

Have you ever been given  a royal welcome?

No?

Then you need to come.

I promise, my greeters won’t disappoint.

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This scene might be lurking behind the door, waiting for you.  (The leggings, tutu and ballet slippers are considered “everyday wear” around here.)

But honestly, this is not a realistic scene.  Paris is WAY too curious to hold still that long.

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I like to think of Paris like a sentinel.  Watching over our house.  Day and night.

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But come on, who am I kidding?  The dog bolts at the first sign of trouble.  (Trouble meaning another dog barking at her.)

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This is actually what happens when the doorbell rings.  If you’re new, (0r not) Paris has an unrestrained instinct to run toward you at full speed, jump up and kiss your face, and give you a through “sniff test.”

Makes you just want to come on over A.S.A.P. doesn’t it?