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Entries from September 1, 2009 - September 30, 2009

Wednesday
Sep022009

Hello from Puppy Dog - I am very precious!

 

 

Hello Friends!

Mama and Dada bought insurance for me yesterday. 

Mama was muttering something about how I go up to strange dogs, get bitten and cost her $200, but I know it's because they think I am very, very important. 

Dada agreed and said something about me eating a box of chocolates bought for Mama's colleague and nearly killing myself, but I know it's because they think I am very, very precious.

I'm like a supermodel who insures her legs!

Or a surgeon who insures his hands!

That's because I am beautiful, and I am very good at what I do!

I'm insured!

Heh!

I bet I am worth a lot, too.  I bet I'm insured for a ton of bones and 100 boxes of doggie cookies and two truckloads of toys.

So how do we collect?

Lots of licks and woofs,

 

Puppy Dog

Lots of licks and woofs,

 

 

 

Puppy Dog.

Wednesday
Sep022009

Video - Puppy Dog kills a bunny

Wednesday
Sep022009

He Said She Said - A scary moment

They were catching up on episodes of the first season of Drop Dead Diva.  

She was watching intently.

He was half watching - creating a new presentation on his laptop.

The heroine, Jane, had just taken her coffee and morning donut from her secretary and walked into her office, taking a massive bite from the donut.  Jane turned to see her colleague/love interest (it's complicated) asking her a question.  Jane panicked, and threw the rest of the donut into her bag.

"AAAAAAARGH!" she screamed, making him jump ten feet in the air.

"What?  What?" he asked, panicked.

"She... she put a sticky donut in her bag!"

He looked up at the TV, assessing the situation.

"It's OK, honey," he said, patting her arm.  "It's a stunt donut."

She looked at him, dragging her horrified gaze from the screen.

"Yes," he said, on a roll now, "it was a stunt donut and a stunt bag.  A cheap knock off.  Everything is OH-KAY.   Take a deep breath.  No Vuitton was harmed in the making of this program."

She sighed, turned back to the TV, and all was well with the world again.

 

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