"Our" (my sister's family's) dog, Cherokee, tries to get to all the dishes while we're loading the dishwasher, but my sister and hubby don't let her. I don't know why not. They're just going to get sterilized later.
They also don't let Moonshadow on the kitchen counters or table. That cat's feet are probably cleaner than any of our hands, but, you know, whatever. Wussies.
Aside: this morning found stuffed Triceratops carcass on the bathroom floor, almost completely gutted with throat torn out. Fluffy angel-cloud guts everywhere. The great Cherokus-Rex predator-puppy strikes again. It's all right, though -- it's one of "her" toys. She uses my 16-yr-old nephews room as a touy store, going in and coming out with all of his old cool stuffed toys. She cracks us all up, because she gets the bits of fluff caught on her muzzle and just looks ridiculous.
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Date: 2006-03-17 05:39 pm (UTC)"Our" (my sister's family's) dog, Cherokee, tries to get to all the dishes while we're loading the dishwasher, but my sister and hubby don't let her. I don't know why not. They're just going to get sterilized later.
They also don't let Moonshadow on the kitchen counters or table. That cat's feet are probably cleaner than any of our hands, but, you know, whatever. Wussies.
Aside: this morning found stuffed Triceratops carcass on the bathroom floor, almost completely gutted with throat torn out. Fluffy angel-cloud guts everywhere. The great Cherokus-Rex predator-puppy strikes again. It's all right, though -- it's one of "her" toys. She uses my 16-yr-old nephews room as a touy store, going in and coming out with all of his old cool stuffed toys. She cracks us all up, because she gets the bits of fluff caught on her muzzle and just looks ridiculous.