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Thursday, May 5, 2005


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ATTACK OF THE KILLER CHAINSAW

It's really strange when you haven't driven for a while and then you get behind the wheel. It almost feels like everything was lost in that time that you weren't driving.

Pete went for his first ride the other day. He did pretty good. He didn't get under my feet, he didn't puke on the seat and he didn't poo or whiz on the floor. Basically he just shook and trembled on the backseat. Chainsaw was not pleased that Pete got to ride in "her" truck, let me tell you. She was extremely upset.

As if you couldn't tell, my dogs are a part of the family. They each have their own disposition and personality and each have their own very real needs. Chainsaw needs to go for walks and rides on a daily basis and every once in a while she needs to kill something. Lola requires food at least every twenty minutes and if you really want to make her happy, it should be twinkies. Pig is the Princess of the family and that means that she requires Binkies and butt scratchins on a fairly regular basis. And then there's Pete. He's the "man" of the doggy clan and all he needs is a bone to chew on and a butt to sniff (preferably Chainsaw's. I think they like each other). Thankfully they all get along pretty well and no blood has been shed in several days.


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