I got called in to work yesterday evening, and forgot to put the left over turkey from dinner away. I came home 2 hours later, walked into the kitchen, and there was Fred, up on my counter, eating the turkey. Georgia was on the floor, eating a piece that he probably dropped for her. (he's good to share) I walked up to him, and he ran over to me, stood up, and wrapped his paws around my neck. I couldn't even get mad at him, it was so cute. I guess the old boy isn't as feeble as I thought, since he can still jump up on my very high kitchen counters. I didn't think he could. There was nothing I could do but put the plate on the floor and let them have it. Why are they so spoiled?
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7/11/03 at 4:19pm