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Dear My Friends
I have a confession to make. I'm in love with this mutt to a ridiculous degree. It's embarrassing. Elderly Puppy and I had an agreement, we liked each other, respected each other and vowed that if the Apocalypse came, we'd wait a decent interval before trying to eat each other. (it was an implied agreement, okay?)
This guy, this animal...well, let's just say I'd have to eyeball Mr. R real hard before making up my mind which one to eat first.
What? It's the Apocalypse, you have to think about these things. Never hurts to be prepared.

Rocky. Look on that befoozled lil' face. Also, I didn't dress him, BG did. He's her dog, not mine. I don't hold with treating animals like they're people. i may have bought the kerchief...one or two. a few. for different seasons. shut the fuck up
This guy, this animal...well, let's just say I'd have to eyeball Mr. R real hard before making up my mind which one to eat first.
What? It's the Apocalypse, you have to think about these things. Never hurts to be prepared.
Rocky. Look on that befoozled lil' face. Also, I didn't dress him, BG did. He's her dog, not mine. I don't hold with treating animals like they're people. i may have bought the kerchief...one or two. a few. for different seasons. shut the fuck up
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That little creature--why is it so familiar? I don't have a cute fuzzy icon so I'll just have to go with Sam. :)
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Annalee looks at us with her bigbrowneyes. It's baaaaaad.