Thursday, August 12, 2004

...and then, on the way home, some jerk spit out his window, and it landed on my car. Fortunately, the rain washed it off while I was stuck in traffic.

When I finally got home, Oscar had been hiding under the house so he wasn't all wet and muddy. Yes, that past tense was intentional, because when he heard me call him, he ran out from under the house at full speed, hit the end of his leash and flipped himself over into a huge mud puddle.

What the heck is up with the males today? Trevor and Aslan are lucky they're so darn cute.


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