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This is the blog of a woman who is seriously on the edge and I mean right ON the edge…no, not there… just a little bit further… further than that…no, further still…just a tiny bit more… just move slightly to the right a little…no, that’s too much…just move a tad to the left…that’s right, just there…now you’ve moved too far to the left… Damn, what part of the ‘on the edge’ do you not understand? Oh, and her matricidal boy genius, come devil spawn.
Or the three people I guilted into reading this blog, whatever.
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Haahaa!! Loved it!! Especially "What does Fluffy's fur taste like?" Baaahaahaa!! 😉
Why is Fido on the run? Discovered something in the trash? needs to get to that buried bone?Back story. Needs backstory and context.Aloha,Doug
Thanks for commenting Mahjira and ironwoodwind. Maybe we can Rico and Janet straightened out, and learn a little more about Fido and Fluffy. I hope they've had all their shots!
Not so sure internalization is a good idea with Fluffy. Her thoughts would have to get bleeped at our group 😉
My instinct would be to add the how and where (details)…nibbled, pierced, shredded, severedthe hoof, the wing, the nape, the fleecy rump
Hi, Russell. You are a funny guy. Your writing is humorous, too.Is this the one where Fido is pulling a little red wagon with a six pack of RC colas in it. Or is that a different story?