When good dogs go...
stupid.
posted by fatmammycat at 9:52 a.m.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
About Me
- Name: fatmammycat
- Location: Ireland
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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4 Comments:
Freaky dog!
I think this is hilarious. I just love the way the foot seems to work completely independently.
I can't make it work - I hear noise but see nothing.
I'll try again in a bit.
How pissed off would you be if your flea-getting leg was malfunctioning and the flea was just behind your ear saying "nah-nah-n-nah-nah! chomp chomp chomp."?
I think now we know.
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