Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Paw Of Death

 
 
I think I look pretty non-threatening here, wouldn't you agree?  But, seconds later, after the D.O.G. thought he could move me from the side of my beloved Daddy (we were playing "kitty-tent" in bed), I had to show him my "Paw Of Death," Mommy would have snapped a photo of that, but it is too swift for a mere camera.  Let's just say that the D.O.G. is no longer enjoying the Downey-fresh scent of our sheets.
Posted by Perfectly Parker at 21:55:52 | Permanent Link | Comments (1) |
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1 - Oh Parker...you are a good writer. That is funny, but we do feel sorry for the d.o.g.. Even though neither of us has ever been up close to a dog and we don't think we'd like them much. You look a bit like our "cousin" Indy and he has a Paw of Death himself. Maybe you two are long lost relatives. Ha ha. :) (Comment this)

Written by: Paula and Basil at 2007/03/17 - 08:44:25
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