hounds of the baskervilles

I swear our dogs are possesed. I let the out of the laundry room because they’ve spent a lot of time in there lately since we’ve all been gone, and I’ve been tearing around the house trying to restore some semblance of order (the parents are returning TONIGHT instead of the expected SATURDAY) and those long, thin creatures are following me EVERYWHERE. They won’t let me out of their sight! Maybe I smell like a hot dog? Or maybe they are just evil beasts bent on hindering my efforts. And hiding the PINE-SOL.
Evil things.

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~ by wildeyedwonder on January 20, 2005.

One Response to “hounds of the baskervilles”

  1. Those wicked spawn of Satan CHEWED THE GOLD SHOE I AM WEARING TOMORROW NIGHT. If I lose that pageant, I am so blaming it on those wicked beasties.

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