January 10, 2009 · Playing

My Uncle Andrew got me a tunnel thingy for Christmas and here I am playing in it.
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Thanks to my person, I now have a plentiful bounty of treats. Nomnomnom. After the passing of Spring I ate all my rawhide and was Springless and rawhideless.
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January 6, 2009 · Playing

I write with sadnesses in my heart. My favourite toy Spring has gone to the great soft toy graveyard in the skies. I knocked the stuffing out of him. And now, he’s dead. My person threw him in the bin in the downstairs bathroom.
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January 2, 2009 · Playing

We had a small person visit our house the other day. Small peoples smell good. Especially their feets.
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