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If you're waiting to hear about my crazy Thanksgiving, I'm sorry, but you got it mixed up, it's actually Christmas when the real fun usually breaks loose. Besides, this Thanksgiving Mom didn't invite The Bins over, so there were less people for her to put on a show for. She did talk a lot about the evils of TREES, though, and while that's normal for her, she's starting to sound really paranoid about this one. ...Go ahead and make a sarcastic comment if you like.
But instead of listening to a big, long post about this or that strange thing my mother suddenly decided to obsess about for the last big holiday, let's all just think for a little while about the things we love, the things we take for granted, the things we may have forgotten, like the memory of Coley lying wheezing on the floor, strange doggy-moans escaping at regular intervals, that one Thanksgiving we must have fed her too much.
But fine, if that's not enough for you, we all know that's not enough to make me actually post, so here, Clay convinced me to post Our Story up on this here site:
http://whocalled.us/lookup/7028182463
See if you can spot which one's mine.
Also, just for the record, each of the five poodles back then had their own reasonably sized Thanksgiving plate. Coley had just stolen from every single one of the other poodles, and there was honestly no stopping her, that dog knew how to run. And she knew how to bite. ...Obviously.
But instead of listening to a big, long post about this or that strange thing my mother suddenly decided to obsess about for the last big holiday, let's all just think for a little while about the things we love, the things we take for granted, the things we may have forgotten, like the memory of Coley lying wheezing on the floor, strange doggy-moans escaping at regular intervals, that one Thanksgiving we must have fed her too much.
But fine, if that's not enough for you, we all know that's not enough to make me actually post, so here, Clay convinced me to post Our Story up on this here site:
http://whocalled.us/lookup/7028182463
See if you can spot which one's mine.
Also, just for the record, each of the five poodles back then had their own reasonably sized Thanksgiving plate. Coley had just stolen from every single one of the other poodles, and there was honestly no stopping her, that dog knew how to run. And she knew how to bite. ...Obviously.