My family has had dogs named Taffy, Fritz, Buster, Peanut, Oodle, Blue, and Scout. A Guinea pig named Cali (can't remember if that was short for something), a cockatiel named Rocky (after Rocky Balboa) and a couple of finches named Hans and Lily. For now, just a skunk named Sneakers is sufficient.
Doing well.
I made it. It was the "blue box" kind, because I was too impatient to make anything from scratch, but I added some bacon bits. It was very satisfying.
Well, they are girls, and they were in the kitchen, so...
Afternoon, Kitt!
Last night at the grocery store, I was reading Food Network magazine in the checkout line, and it said that 80% of people in America admit to eating macaroni and cheese for breakfast. So, guess what I ate today?
Hey, Bumble B.
Afternoon, Dugh, Mum, and Thistle. *scratches for Thistle*
Hey, Caz.
That's nice, Thorn.
Same.
Tell him the story about how you had to club saber-tooth tigers over the head and tan their hides for Steve to wear.
I love dogs, but small breeds aren't my first choice. A lot of them tend to be emotionally strung-out.
It's okay, not the first time someone's messed up my name. I used to be "Pagescrawler95". People kept reading it as "Pages Crawler", which I guess was my own fault.
Hey, Thorn.
Hey, Clo.
Afternoon, Dugh, Mum, and Thistle. *scratches Thistle behind his ears*