T0p D0g Reloaded

I hate it when you have to go, sniff, plan, target, and then you go outside the perimeter. That’s so… human. That’s so boss like.

Tags: Her Puppiness, Simon says, never sent open letters by monsoux
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The day before yesterday we were all busy wiping puke off the car upholstery and our own clothes. Dog puke. Too much excitement for the field trip?

Yesterday I have spent a good part of the day on all fours obsessed with gathering all the snowy flakes from under the kitchen cabinets. White dog, white fur. I think the dog loves me most when I am on the floor too. She must be thinking I am playing with her. And she adores being vacuum cleaned. The furry outside, not the inside, silly!

Today I have been contemplating writing about these, as the dog slept all the way through the eathquake, dropped her chewing bone in the water, played with food, chewed on drawers, on the walls and what not. Maybe I should write a book about raising the deaf dog?

Tags: Her Puppiness by monsoux
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I have just twitted about this. But I am afraid my spelling was ruined by the earth moving, too mortified to check. As I was laying on my corner-couch I could really feel the shaking. I am having an adrenaline release as we speak.

Later edit: it’s 10:55 am, Wednesday 5 August 2009.

Tags: irl by monsoux
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