Wednesday, July 14, 2004

I cut Boingo's flea collar off tonight. All of his old fondness for me came flooding back in that moment. He looked up at me and teared up a bit and said "Master! You've returned!"
Then I invaded the nape of his neck with flea repelling chemicals. He's none the wiser.

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