Friday, February 20, 2009

Wordsworth

contrived to eat my entire grilled-cheese sandwich because I was foolish enough to bend down to pick up a candy wrapper he had undoubtedly unearthed from the trash. Needless to say, I berated him with simple insults of "Bad dog!" and, as soon as I got a grip on his collar, put him into his cage without so much as a kind pat. And then I made another sandwich.
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6 comments:

  1. AnanFebruary 20, 2009 9:13 AM

    Why were you eating grilled cheese at 3 a.m.?

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  2. NatFebruary 20, 2009 12:41 PM

    Because she's not as fond of PB&Js.

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  3. MaggieFebruary 20, 2009 1:29 PM

    Thank you, Nathaniel.

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  4. sarahlaughedFebruary 20, 2009 9:59 PM

    Envies Wordsworth his sandwich.

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  5. AnanFebruary 21, 2009 4:20 PM

    Ain't 'e seet?

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  6. Margo T RoseJune 17, 2009 4:29 PM

    I'm usually in bed until some time around 6-9:00.
    I envy your self discipline or whatever you like to call it.
    and, yes, Wordsworth, IS a sweet dog, but very naughty, too.
    Sometimes.
    Sort of.
    Not quite.
    Maybe.
    I give up- I just don't now anymore!
    ;^)
    P.S- Oh, and yeah, yeah, I decided to be lazy and just say I'm Monica the Blogger, even though I don't have a REAL quote- on -quote blog.

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