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13. Oct 2003 This is one of Karin’s guinea pigs, Schnuffi. She’s all right. |
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13. Oct 2003 The pigs let me stomp on in and help myself. We like to share. Mäd’s a little shy, but she’ll get hungry enough to come get some, soon enough. |
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4. Oct 2003 Here are Mäd and Schnüffi, doing their best to cram both their fat butts into one house because they’re easily terrified. Mäd doesn’t realize she’s still sticking out. |
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Is this guy the cutest ever?
oz - 28. Apr 2002
I just found out today that one of my good buddies, whom I’ve stayed with and played with a couple of times over the years, recently contracted pneumonia at the ripe old age of 15 and was mercifully allowed to avoid a long slow decline. Here’s to my buddy Boris, who didn’t eat me when he could have. I was glad to have been able to stay with him over the last couple of weeks. I figured the big guy deserved his own page here at oz.com, er, earthli.com. You can visit it here.
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15. Apr 2004 After several false starts, I finally got my “outside” legs back under me and was out all afternoon while Mom and Dad were cleaning up the yard. |
15. Apr 2004 Those two are going at this yard work at a pretty hectic pace. Guarding this pile of leaves is no picnic, either, though. |
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15. Apr 2004 My first day back outside and I get my ass scared right off. Here I sense that something is wrong. Turns out my detector was a little too sensitive — it wouldn’t be until a half-hour later that Andy and Gabi’s dumb-ass dog, Vanya, would tear into the yard and scare a few years right out of me. I managed to find my feet and avoid that dumb-as-a-bag-of-hammers retriever, dodging back into the apartment in full flight mode — stretched out to about 3 feet long and taking the steps all at once. Old, my ass. And I was not still shaking hours later. Just had a little muscle fatigue the next couple ‘a days, is all. |
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15. Apr 2004 Full side shot of the prettiest bunny ever. Lookit how fluffy! Awwww … buzz off. |
15. Apr 2004 I’ve been a real chicken this year about going outside. I hear the porch door open and I panic. I have yet to voluntarily venture past the carpet outside the door — this adventure also started by being carried bodily outside. I’m all alert because outside is scary. No respect for an old man. |
