Den (dewhitton) wrote,

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I know she loves me.

I'm gargling a lot of Listerine at the moment as I try to kill the sore throat. I do this by laying back on my bed to get as deep a gargle as I can without drowning. Of course, Polly only saw me laying in the bed, and decided to surprise me by leaping onto my stomach mid-gargle.

Think "Old Faithful" scented like anticeptic mouthwash.

Right now it's raining and thundering. She has sneaked inside and is hiding under the table where she thinks I can't see her and call her a BAD DOG for being in.

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