OK, so he isnt really "my" dog, but i miss him like he WAS my dog. No, he didnt die; his lame-ass owner got mad at me, and his way of punishing me is to not let me see Smoochie anymore. How fucked up is that? Why am I thinking about Smoochie Poochie? Because, as big as he is (125 BIG pounds) he is afraid of the wind, and it is windy2day. So just wondering if it is windy where he lives and how he is doing. Is it windy where you live? Who's comin' down the streets of the city? Smiling at everybody he/she meets...Hey, this is the second consecutive day i have not been able 2 access my time and date button on this blog. What up? Better get some tech support up in here. OK, dog lovers. Love ya.
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oh my god, i'm so sorry. what a cruel thing to do to such a loving person (and such a big dog).
austin j...iz dat u, pelitera? :-) yeah luke is on the down-low lately as far as communication goes. dass da way he is sometimes, right? when yer rite yer rite, am i right?
austin, come in please. u r painting paintings, or painting houses? or both? i am going 2c the chuck close in sf. show is up thru feb 28. love hearing from u.
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