Wednesday, August 09, 2006

White dog, green floam

Mornings aren't my thing, its really not worth speaking to me much before 10am and at least 2 coffee's. I'm not one of these to leap into life, embrace the opportunities the day brings and smile sweetly, its more that I wake up and the world needs putting together like a jigsaw.

So it took a while for me to realise that my mothers dog, sat at the end of my bed had green Floam in his fur and that he hadn't mutated overnight. Who makes this stuff and do they have a vendetta against parents?

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