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Bertie: I hate haircuts in winter. I'm all shivery.
Oliver: At least your legs have some fur left on them.
Bertie: That's what happens when you get matted fur. Some of those matts were the size of your head.
Oliver: But now everyone is calling me skinny legs.
Bertie: It's just your imagination, skinny legs. No one is calling you that.
Oliver: I'm going to lie close to the fire. And I'm not going to share.
Bertie: Don't roast yourself too much, skinny legs.
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It's alright, as dogs we don't recognise the dog in the mirror, so we get to laugh at it more now!
Puppy kisses
Sasha
Posted by: Sasha | June 30, 2009 at 06:05 AM
Hmm, it's summer where I live. I like it better when I'm warm.
Posted by: Oskar | July 09, 2009 at 09:27 AM