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February 16, 2007

Goodnight, Michael.

Little Mike, the staffodshire cross has left.

He'd been blind for several years, the dementia finally robbed him of all the tricks he used to get around.

You really couldn't have asked for a better dog. Even if he did steal the duck eggs.

Scrawled illegibly by Meathe at 10:41 PM

February 12, 2007

Why is it...?

The dog acts dumb. She appears innocent and joyful, and about as cunning as a stump.

The dog is not fooling me for a minute.

She has figured out the pedal on the kitchen trash. This has lead to all sorts of mess.

Unfortunately, due to her very delicate stomach, its a projectile mess.

Why is it that it must always be the carpet?

Scrawled illegibly by Meathe at 12:57 PM