4.30.2010
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4.12.2010
Holy Crap Balls...
4.11.2010
4.09.2010
4.08.2010
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4.06.2010
The Misconception
Do you even know me? Do you know my dog? First of all, do you come home from work or school every day, and say "Hey, I think I'll go sit at a desk."? Yeah, I didn't think so. And second, you explain to the Fury that you would like him to lay on his side every night. Then when you tell him okay, get up, say "Just kidding, flip to your other side and lay still again." This is Kirby, people. Kirbies have legs, and a giant brain, and a lot of moving parts. Brushing? 10 minutes per week. Tops. Not including the post-weight bearing saddle bags comb through. Sorry to disappoint, but you know when I tell you to brush your dog every day, or we will shave it? That is one of those do as I say, not as I do things.
Go ahead. Make me puffy.
4.05.2010
Holly is biting her crotch
[Don't forget to click to enlarge]
By the way, that is not my human. My human's withers are much closer to my withers than that human's withers. That is another human in my house. That human is a Holly lover. Yuck.
4.04.2010
Gosh, I'm Sorry.
Really though! My human had a sounds-funny problem. That was the Kirby Gods punishing her. No, not me, I'm Kirby God, but it is the Higher Kirby Gods who cause these problems. You know, the ones that hurdle my body off the top of the A-frame against my innocent will.