so dublin was walking around on the backs of the couches, which he does all the time and he decided to walk onto the side table, which he's not allowed to do... well, mr. up to no good decided to hang out on the wooden table anyway, and his little paws had no traction at all, so he tried to walk and he slipped and he fell off the table, bounced off the couch arms and onto the floor. and then he played it off like he had planned it.
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I swear, pets are so cute sometimes. Last night Jeb said to me, "Did you pour out that bowl of soup?" See, he was sick so he was eating chicken noodle soup. He went out to smoke a cig but the dogs wouldn't go out with him because it had been raining, so they stayed in the den. I was tired so I just went up to bed, not even thinking about Jeb's bowl of soup. Sure enough, Jeb comes in from his cig and the bowl is empty. And our little West is full. You can't blame her for seizing the opportunity, right? :)
Slapstick, Raphie. It's a genre of comedy. I'm thinking I could have been the fourth Stooge.
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