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Don't be fooled by his mild-mannered demeanor here, nooo. Sophie, the small person's squeaker toy has never been the same again.
Going in for the kill:
Significantly less squeak:
PS.Have just realised I purchased my dog based on his similarity to the cushions on my lounge. That makes me either a consummate interior designer or a raving narcissist. Am worried it's the latter.
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Not the latter. I hear Laurence Llewellyn Bowen has done the same thing.
Oh. Hang on!
Posted by: trashalou | June 30, 2009 at 07:30 AM
It is definitely not the latter! I often wish that you were a professional of the former so I could pay you to do my place.
Posted by: Relish | June 30, 2009 at 08:25 AM
Ho ho ho! You're hilarious.
By the way, very cute dog!
Posted by: Michelle | June 30, 2009 at 05:27 PM
If it's the latter, I wouldn't waste time worrying. You seem quite a nice possible raving narcissist, Sophie looks a nice possible raving narcissist's dog (unless one happens to be a giraffe) and I'm sure she doubles beautifully as a (co-ordinated) cushion.
Posted by: Tania | June 30, 2009 at 11:00 PM