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| Charlie, "Nope, no sir - there's never ever any panic at my disco!" |
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| Espresso, "Yeah, you have to re-chin your stuff from time to time - and this is like chinning it a bunillion times." |
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| Gus, "Yes, for us in La Florida, every night is like a midsummer's night's dream garden of eatin'." |
Hellos, Everybun!
Everybun is doing well. We're noming and pooping like the furry little beasts that we are. So as you can imagine, the rest is gravy. The raspberry-bunnana kinda gravy, of course.
The plan for this weekend is very simple: we loaf and the hoomin chores. I mean, that wall ain't gonna paint itself. He had a day off last weekend - that's enough. OK, maybe I'll spare him a pose or two later 'cause the sod will be all whiny that I don't let him art.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus
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