...where The Alpha and The Typist are, but I don't really so much care! The Boy and I are being spoiled rotten by Aunt KitCat. (As if we weren't rotten enough already.)
Wheee!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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Begun as a creative outlet for The Typist -- who loves having a dog this smart but is still glad I don't have thumbs -- this blog may include forays into religion, United Methodism, spirituality, idealistic thoughts and prayers...basically, stuff that probably wouldn't interest your average dog.
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3 comments:
Sounds like fun! Sam and I went to the kennel while our thumb-havers were away. I was so tired when I got home, I didn't even want dinner. I just wanted to sleep, sleep, sleep. They got worried and bought me some special food! Silly worry-warts.
Wow, special food! Aunt KitCat fed us lots of treats. We got Frosty Paws twice while she was here. But now that they're home, it's back to the same ol' poppy chow.
The short one says it's called Devo or Weevil or something. It's got all good things in it and no grains. I think it tastes good. The tall one wants to know how much it cost.
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