Aye, thurrrs the rub.
Meet Palomo.
My landlordâs son brings home scrap and junk all the time, but finally, a gem.
EDIT: Aaaaaand heâs gone. I think the landlordâs son didnât think about the responsibility of cleaning up poop, so Palomoâs gone somewhere else. Personally, Iâm glad. Palomo doesnât deserve to live amidst the scrap and junk here.
Really?
So not a real language.
First Robin of the year, on a succesful hunt
And the first grackle of the year next to my soon to be filled flowerpots.
Breaking news:
Earless or Zebratail. Would be hard to tell even if his life hadnât clearly been exciting recently.
Grackle? Thatâs what those birds are called!?! Seems one manages to fly down our chimney every rear, but I never knew what they were called.
Not to mention pillows, beds, watchtowers, climbing gyms and scratching posts.
Ooh! Business idea: a scratching post wrapped in hemmed corduroy that plays recordings of things like, âAAAAA! Fukkin-gah CAT!â and âWWWWWhyyyhh?!â on contact.
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Charlie is almost 11 years old and Maverick is 4 months old. Charlie had glaucoma which led to his double enucleation (both eyes removed). Now, Maverick is here to help Charlie around and Charlie is trying to teach Maverick manners. definitely a work in progress.
Good puppers.