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Lapful of hellhounds
These two photos are probably my favourites of all the puppy pics
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Lapful of hellhounds
These two photos are probably my favourites of all the puppy pics
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What's the hold up? June 2008.
Yo, you with the funny flat little black and silver box you keep holding up in this pointless way (we could see it if you’d like throw it for us), we’re talking to you. Are we walking, or are we standing around?
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Hellgoddess, Hellhounds and Sacred Plastic Ritual Implement, ll. April 2008
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This is the day I brought them home.
This is the day I brought them home. They were eight weeks old and small visigoths in furry disguise but with the loot and rampage attitude intact. They were both frantic and fascinated by this utterly new experience of my house and garden . . . and then they wouldn't come back indoors. Eventually having blazed trails through everything that wasn't nailed down they climbed into my little herb-garden sink and went to sleep. Which was a little hard on the herbs. The puppies smelled very sweetly of sage and rosemary after however. But this was also when I realised I was going to have to put a fence up, yes, even in a garden that is already the size of tablecloth.
