in other dog news, war is never declared, comet didn't cough the whole monday walk, though he was sadly restrained on two strung together leashes, and jung fen slept on his fluffy footstool waiting to receive my forehead tms of furry moans in advance of his furry moan collar, and in his tiredness yet reciprocated with soft rather catlike burbling fenomoans.

hello, fen, i send a quantum mind-meld and thanks! for the apple sausage scruff. it just occurs to me, you are like my invisible friend who sends me treats.