Walk. WALK. Now.
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May 19th, 2008 at 1:39 pm
Did you hear that loud pop just now? That was Katy’s head, exploding.
You’re doing this to her on purpose aren’t you?
May 19th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Man that dog is cute. I think it’s the way his eyes seem to be pointing very slightly in different directions. GIVE ME THE PUG.
May 20th, 2008 at 11:49 am
That’s what they do with paintings so that the eyes follow you across the room…
May 21st, 2008 at 8:35 pm
Walk?? How unreasonable! You just sit, little pugling! Sit!