Today Stella was stinky as a result of yesterday’s illness-induced mishaps. Unable to stand the stench as I labored at my computer, I logged off and gave Stella a bath. Here, Stella knows something bad is about to happen. Her theory is, if she doesn’t look at me, I won’t see her: Lather, rinse, repeat, repeat, repeat: Shake, lick the tub, and escape: She didn’t like the part at the end when I vacuumed her. […]
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Organized Feet
When not using them, Stella stores her feet in an orderly manner.
Read moreMy Dog the Spider
I started thinking how scary Stella would be if she was a spider.
Read moreA Howl a Minute
As if it weren’t bad enough that Stella disemboweled that Christmas ornament yesterday — in my bare feet I stepped on a small, painful object that turned out to be the hand of an angel — she’s come up with a new little trick. Under cover of darkness she tip-paws over to the tree, carefully selects a present, picks it up with her fine black lips, and carries it to the middle of the rug […]
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