Like generations of privileged Goldie puppies before them, the Firecracker Quintet have had a glorious time playing on Grandma Suzanne's Clifford Slide. I like to think that the slide struck a chord in Kelly Ann's memory as she, without any encouragement, and with great enjoyment, demoed the slide to the intense interest of her little ones.
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Deja Vu! | | | | |
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As the pups soon learned, the Clifford Slide has many permutations: Here Blue Boy surveys the world imperiously from the top of the slide; presumably vertigo is not a problem.
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I'm the king of the castle! |
The slide also functions as a dual carriage way:
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L:ike ships that pass in the night! |
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For the really adventurous pup, they can try going up the slide - rather like going up the escalator the wrong way. Gosh those little hamhocks come in handy::
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Hmmm., the steps would have been easier |
And when all else fails, one can always take refuge under the slide
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A safe house! |