My dad used to have a cocktail(sp?) who would fly into the patio door which had black lace hanging over it in an attempt to have the silly thing keep from hitting the glass. Then we had a chow who would run at the wooden door.
usually the resounding thunk would send me into peels of laughter.
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Date: 2007-08-30 03:32 pm (UTC)My dad used to have a cocktail(sp?) who would fly into the patio door which had black lace hanging over it in an attempt to have the silly thing keep from hitting the glass. Then we had a chow who would run at the wooden door.
usually the resounding thunk would send me into peels of laughter.