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May. 25, 2007
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Unfortunate Squirrels
| My dog is an amusing sight. He enjoys the relentless pursuit of those furred rodent cousins that reside in tall, spreading pines. Unfortunately, they also become euphoric at the sight of him--because they love sitting high above his snapping mandibles, teasing him with twitching tails and squeaking mouths. He can leap and bark for hours on the clock, no matter how futile the chance of actually catching the squirrel. Poor, empty-headed puppy. Tragic, the way he frantically races along the fence after the bushy-tailed creatures, completely oblivious to anything else, like the tool shed in front of him. Poor, injured, empty-headed puppy. Tsk-tsk--those squirrels always get his goat. Poor, injured, chewed-on, empty-headed puppy. He'll never learn that he just can't catch a squirrel in his condition. |
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In an unfortunate and completely unintended popcorn accident, the owner of this blog has become psycologically infirm. Although she may seem unobtrusive, she can rant for paragraphs on end and to an intense degree. Do NOT, under any desperate and unavoidable circumstances, read her entries, or you, dear friend, will become an insane human being not unlike her. |
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