On one long road trip I listened to a couple of Jack London books on cd. I could swear Hannah was giving me the stink eye every time the story mentioned the sled dogs burrowing into the snow for the night. Call of the Wild? I think not. Shoot, if I don't get to bed early enough, I have to poke White Fang here off of the prime real estate.
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Chloe our cat is the same way! She has claimed squatter's rights to our small wicker couch. If it is occupied,she will cling to the very edge and give the unwelcome visitor a wounded look of betrayal.
What a fantastic couch!!!!
Check the reflection in the photo with the girl picking her nose.
Oh, that reflection is actually just the ghost of someone who used to live here...
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