CalifChick
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Joined: 10/28/2007 From: California Status: offline
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I used to have a little dog, a yorkie mix, weighed all of about 3 pounds. She was not a very good jumper. She used to hide her dry dog food all over the house; she would paw at the carpet where it stopped at the wall, and put little pieces of dog food there. When her food bowl was empty, I would walk around the house and retrieve all the hidden food to fill it back up again. She was abused and starved before I got her from the pound. One day, someone gave me a box of chocolates, and I put it on the kitchen table, then left. When I got home, the box was knocked onto the floor and all the chocolate was gone. For a moment, I was sure that she was going to die from eating her body weight in chocolate. Then I started walking around the house, retrieving the chocolate from her hiding places, and none was missing. I couldn't figure out how she had gotten the box in the first place, because she couldn't jump on the table. A few weeks later, I didn't go to work in the morning like I usually did, and I was sitting in the living room reading a book. Apparently she didn't realize I was home. I look up to see her jump on a dining room chair, then wriggle her way up onto the table (the chair was pushed in). She proceeds to walk all over the table, sniffing around for food. I let her do that for a minute, then I sharply called her name. Busted! She jumped and then looked at me, put that sad puppy face on, that whole, "mommy, I didn't MEAN to do it" look. Cali
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AKA "The Undisputed Goddess of Sarcasm", "Big Bad Cali" and "Yum Bum". Advisor to the Subbie Mafia, founding member of the W.A.C. and the Judgmental Bitches Brigade, member of the Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's and Team Troll
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