Wednesday, October 06, 2004

Help and what the heck?

The long haired one is not paying attention to me.
He should scratch and feed me instead of staring out the window at the bar parking lot. Those people smell.
He should get me out of this cold house and let me lay down in a patch of bright, hot, stuff, while there's still some around.
He should give me more tomatoes, and less coffee grinds.

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Friday, October 01, 2004

Got my sweet tooth on!

That long-haired guy has been dribbling purple stuff out of his sandwich, happens all the time it seems.
I just licked some off of his shorts and the carpet, and I think it's time for... HOT LAPS!!!
I gotta go!
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Thursday, September 30, 2004

Hot Laps.

dairy's at it again.
She gets herself all fired up, starts running around, back & forth, then starts doing laps around her imaginary course. Then just when you thought it couldn't get any cuter she stops at either the old apple tree of under the Aselia bushes and commences some very vigorous digging! Then after
about 30 seconds she's back doing the hot laps.
I have pics around here somewhere, with the dirt flying and her looking real intent on getting down there deep.
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Everybody! Everybody!

Even little black and white McHenry Bull Terriers need a place to call home.

Besides the two dog houses out back.
The big one, from Dan C.'s dead dog Clyde, makes a great place to put parts and such while working on bikes.
And dairy likes it for the winter!