Out hunting for very small dogs, I suspect...
Didn't find any.
But there's always tomorrow.
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Out hunting for very small dogs, I suspect...
Didn't find any.
But there's always tomorrow.
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Comments (6)
i see that you baked 2 loves about an hour ago... will there be no more nardo? will you miss your wife? or maybe it was hansel & gretel, visiting...
Posted by anima | May 23, 2008 10:02 PM
Posted on May 23, 2008 22:02
You Go Nardo!!
Posted by PJ | May 24, 2008 7:20 PM
Posted on May 24, 2008 19:20
I know Nardo would never allow it, but I'd still like to pick him up and give him a kitty hug.
Posted by Rahel | May 24, 2008 10:50 PM
Posted on May 24, 2008 22:50
aaawwwww, Nardo's toes look great on the pebbles! maybe he will bring you a lizard?
Posted by denise | May 25, 2008 8:26 AM
Posted on May 25, 2008 08:26
Hmm... I just love my cat.
My drunk cat =)
Posted by Daniel | May 25, 2008 8:31 AM
Posted on May 25, 2008 08:31
I think he has gotten even lower to the ground than the last time I saw him.
Posted by Bob in Houston | May 26, 2008 2:59 AM
Posted on May 26, 2008 02:59