Imagine a fat, short legged dog with weak jaws who rarely barks and would never hunt.
Do you ever wonder what that dog would say?
Monday, January 21, 2008
On the road
We came up with a great way to keep Oliver quiet AND contained. He slept in his crate, and his crate was in my bed. Difficult times (power outages) call for strange measures.
I decided it was time for a new profile, but I'm still not sure what to say. I think the best way to get to know me is to get to know me. I could TELL you anything, but I might be wrong, or self delusional. So, I'll just say Howdy!
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