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I was talking to my mother through IM this morning and was kind of engrossed in the conversation. I was also rocking out to The Decemberists (as can be seen on my Last.fm profile page, I'm reallygoodgirl there too, add me if you're there) and was sort of just not paying attention to my animals.
Suddenly, I hear something drop in the kitchen. I wheel around, startled out of my mind, and what is before me? My cocker spaniel, his head deep in a BAG OF FLOUR.
My dog was eating flour out of the bag. He's been on a bit of diet because he was getting a little pudgy, but seriously? I think I will have to rename him Piggy McBinge.
Suddenly, I hear something drop in the kitchen. I wheel around, startled out of my mind, and what is before me? My cocker spaniel, his head deep in a BAG OF FLOUR.
My dog was eating flour out of the bag. He's been on a bit of diet because he was getting a little pudgy, but seriously? I think I will have to rename him Piggy McBinge.