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Originally Posted by Hitch
Oh, yes. And crap on the floor that has been pushed there by big furry feet, and big butts, and heads, throughout the day. (Or, the working-from-the-house part of the day) until clean-up detail. I have to move Zep often, as he has "creep;" he'll lay on the right-hand-side of the desk, and his noggin will creep-creep-creep over toward the keyboard, until his head is "typing" on my number-pad. I've lost track of all the emails I've had to FIX due to a giant list of
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showing up in them. ;-) Attached are Zep with his HP 12C "pillow," a face shot, and Storm at the Office Overwatch. ;-)
Hitch
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Your photos of Zep made me think of my mothers wee doggie. An elderly poodle who is still full of vim and vinegar.
My mother is by choice, in a home and the people who sort of adopted her wee doggie, were going to put him down because they were taking a vacation.
This is just the nicest dog imaginable, who hasn't had an easy life and while he may pop off any minute does not need putting down for pain or misery.
Tried to get them to ship the dog out at my expense, but for some reason they would rather have him killed. Eventually convinced them to put him in a kennel which cost me $971. Obviously they don't hate the dog, but what are these people thinking.
The Maritimes.
Helen