Plei, you may throw things at me, but those shots totally made me think of Dogs in Elk. Must be the pumpkin color (one of the versions spread on the web has a tribute done with pumpkins.)
She's really getting more girl and less baby all the time.
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Plei, you may throw things at me, but those shots totally made me think of Dogs in Elk. Must be the pumpkin color (one of the versions spread on the web has a tribute done with pumpkins.)
She's really getting more girl and less baby all the time.
I actually had to pull up the DHS website.
I feel unclean.
those shots totally made me think of Dogs in Elk.
Squeakaboo in Elk!
Squeakaboo in Elk!
SARAMEG AND STEPH, DO NOT GIVE HER IDEAS!
At some point I can guarantee she will refuse to leave the tent/box/playground climby thing/ball pit and you will have a similar extraction to face. But less stinky. Unless she's got a taste for raw meat. It's coming. Prepare yourself.
Dear God is that baby girl edible!
(oops, I just remembered that I have an unmailed box in my living room. I suck.)
Squeakaboo in Elk!
Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!
At some point I can guarantee she will refuse to leave the tent/box/playground climby thing/ball pit and you will have a similar extraction to face. But less stinky. Unless she's got a taste for raw meat. It's coming. Prepare yourself.
"We tried dangling Fuzzy Thing in front of the carcass playground climby thing in the hopes it would lure her out, but we heard snores and looked in to see her curled up in the middle taking a nap."
At some point I can guarantee she will refuse to leave the tent/box/playground climby thing/ball pit and you will have a similar extraction to face. But less stinky. Unless she's got a taste for raw meat. It's coming. Prepare yourself.
Well, usually, the thing she's refusing to leave is my person. And damn, that girl can cling. She's worse than my cats.
See?
For me, it was the orange pup tent we used for camping when I was < 3. And then one day , a pole came loose, bent over my head, traumatizing me and rendering the tent unusable. Mom said after that, I no longer clung with fistfuls of nylon wall when she went to remove me for whatever reason.