There Will Be Toast

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My favorite movie.



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By way of explanation:


After dinner we get "slanket time" on the sofa and we watch some weird foreign movie, which is okay, sure. As long as I get pet.

But about halfway through the movie, Mom announces, "It's time for toast."


And we all get up and has toast.


My toast is chicken strip snacks.


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There Will Be Toast.



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ether bunny

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"Oh, the pain, the pain!"


Dr. Zachary Smith, Lost In Space



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Me as a Puppy.

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'nuff said.



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Rainy Day Walkies

uhm, Dad, you let me get wet.

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The people think that I am being contradictory when I will run and play in the driving rain and splash in puddles and rivers and streams and run headlong into the ocean but I WILL NOT GET IN THE BATH.

They just don't understand what's fun and what's not.

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I'm glad my mom is back home. I slept like the dead last night.

All is well.

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the end of the road, dude.

Later, gator.

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Lone Palm

getting my walk on

Dad takes me to the nicest places

It looks better with me in the picture

I had a lot of exploring to do

I pretended I was a bear coming out of hibernation

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Well, here's a little post about my day. The man finally stayed home from work for once in his miserable life and took me out to Lone Palm.

So instead of spending the entire day asleep on my custom hand-made Morroccan leather poof, I will only spend twenty-three hours asleep on it.

The other hour was spent chasing enormous white egrets and gazing at sea lions and otters and gulls and cormorants and eating grass and running and running and running and then walking very slowly and panting and resting in the shade and trying to eat poop.

A girl has got to try.


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I miss you, Mom.


Hurry home.



Love-

Lu.


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Poof Doggy Dog

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It's raining.



I've been for my walkies.



The fox has got his little feets chewed off.



The raccoons is gone.




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Time for nappies on the poof.




Doesn't everyone have a handmade leather bed from Morocco?




No?




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Wake me when my bowl is full, bitches.




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What I Get Up To When I'm Left With Sugar Daddy

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I sleep here now.




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I go walkies whenever the fuck I want to.



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But I still miss my Mommy.



Real, real bad.



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Come home now!




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