The stairs were just too much for the old guy. Took him back today, I guess it was nice for hm to get a bath & sleep somewhere other that the shelter for a night.
We still have a small zoo.
"Max with death on his shoulder"
The "Death" puns never end around here. "Deaths scratching at my door" "Death is following me everywhere"
Saturday, April 02, 2005
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