I'm getting cut open in the morning. Expect a post about that (typed very slowly of course, with only one hand) and also one about Hallowee. But, for now, I leave you with Buster.
He likes to hang out exactly where you don't want him to. When you're walking in the house with arms full of grocery bags he's prancing around right in front of your feet. If you're trying to walk somewhere he stands right where you're trying to walk. And of course, here he is hanging out right at the bottom of the stairs. Just look at how long his hair is getting!
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