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Tuesday, 27 January 2009 23:12 |
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All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel, the monkey thought 'twas all in fun, Pop! goes the weasel.
Elliot loves hanging out under blankies and in front of the heat dish in the winter. He's always cold, but please don't expect him to wear a coat, because even though that would keep him warm, he seems to suscribe to the "Coats are for sissies and I can't have my friends seeing me in some queer coat" that seems to afflict so many human teenagers. There are tons of blankies everywhere, but....
Anyway, I walked past this pile of puppy laundry in my chair about a jillion times today, not realizing that Elliot was in the middle. Only when he popped his head out once when I went by (looking for food, no doubt) did I notice him as I nearly died from fright. I just wasn't expecting him to be there. I don't know how he got in there without dumping laundry all over the floor, but he did. That dog is just smarter than me...
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