Friday, April 04, 2008

I followed the trail of feathers down the hall and to the bedroom. Feathers everywhere, like a hen house. It seems that Sadie-the-coonhound had her way with the down comforter. She sidled up next to me, thoroughly ashamed, tail-between-legs. And even though I was furious, I couldn't be mad at her. I guess that's what love is.

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