Momma's Boy




My parents didn't move us out of the projects so we could transfer to better schools.  No, that's not how the Hagens roll. Our mom and dad moved so they could help build a better life for our dog Skeeter.
My brother Danny likes to tease the rest of us that he's mom's favorite, but even he knows who the real favorite was - which says a lot about Skeeter’s awesomeness - because even on our worst days I don't think any of us ever literally crapped in the yard.

Every family has it's own legends and lore. We do too.  But this isn't my story to tell. If you want the rest of it just ask Grandma. Grandma don't FB and Grandma don't tweet. So if you’d like to hear Skeeter's story straight from his mom you're going to have to ask her yourself.  I'm sure she'd love to tell you all about him.

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