Van picked and ate crowberries, soon we can go out and get blueberries!
I think I'm learning what type of big brother Van will be. When dogs came up to sniff Alamo (or Mo Man, as we call him) Van would run down and say in his meanest voice, with his brows furrowed, 'Hey you doggies, you don't bite my friend mo man.'
So I think he will be protective.
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