Posted by on May 5, 2013 | 0 comments

  Boy, are my parents in a state.  I hear them calling, “Loulou, Loulou, Loulou, where are you?” Heh, heh, where, indeed? It’s time for their siesta and they want me in the house for that hour—not out wandering around looking for ways to get out of this garden, which I wouldn’t do anyway because I know where my kibble is...

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