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Mostly Alive!
Locked up in my cubicle with heater on full blast, Magic Bag around my shoulders, a box of Kleenex on my right hand and working on the exploits of Ruthless Body Snatcher & Dirty Dog Killer Father of Modern Anatomy, Andreas Vesalius, on my laptop.
Still recovering from the Cold From Another Dimension (the dimension with scary inside-out bears and ( Read more... ) -
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I don't even know why I bother buying toys for the dog.
The thing that kept her occupied for the past half and hour? A moth.
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This Octopus Pie comic describes my week.
I leave the dog alone for two minutes, only to come back to see that Pekoe has gnashed some unexpected item with her teeth. As soon as I purse my lips, she rolls onto her stomach as if to say: "Hey there. Look! I chewed something for you. I was going for a sort of Avant-gard, Dada-esque piece but then I ( Read more... ) -
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I am so weak.
I trekked to Little Dog Big Dog Bakery (sneezing the entire way. What is up with these BC pollens and my immune system?) with the mission of finding a kibble dispensing toy for Fail!Dog to amuse herself with after her Homeward Bound journey last night. I came away with this:
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