I'm just sayin' it's cool is all.
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Notice my scarf, strewn before the dishwasher so carelessly. The black mat in the background against the oven is actually the floor pad, usually stuffed with foam, that Cocoa had pulled out and attempted to destroy.
Cocoa is a hoarder. She somehow found the bright blue beanie baby on the right, and Annie's outdoor cap on the right to keep as her spoils. Also seen: little plastic bits from the latch on her collar. Her green blanket, while you can't tell in this picture, is torn and ripped to shreds.
Annie's giant stuffed sheep (usually kept on the bed in our office) is found, slain, next to the couch in the living room. The plastic shell you see in the background is actually the packaging to some WHOLE GRAIN BRAN MUFFINS we bought at Trader Joe's yesterday. Notice that the package is empty. Oh, that's right.
Also seen: more tea.
After breaking free from her tent, Cocoa tore loose about the house. This picture focuses on her designer leash and collar (which we remove when putting her int the tent, just to be safe), that Cocoa very deliberately destroyed. In the background, the strewn about bits of paper are actually the remainder of a box of tea packets she had gotten out of the kitchen (a brand of Tea I didn't even know we'd had!). She took the time to tear open each individual packet -- leaving tea about the living room. On the right, one of her toys: completely untouched!!
I came home from going to see the Andy Warhol exhibit at the Art Museum. It was strange when I came home that Cocoa was waiting for me behind the door, instead of being in her tent. That's because she had ripped the door of her tent, as seen in this picture.
She did learn how to eat food from her bowl today. Meanwhile, the president has not learned anything and wants to send 20,000 more soldiers to Iraq. Snowman says it all.
We brought Cocoa home last night. She was fixed earlier in the day, and was very, very groggy. She seems to like it here even in her non-drugged state. Not shown: her designer collar and matching leash. Spoiled, spoiled dog and she's only been here for about 16 hours.
We have adopted a dog and this is a picture of her. She's mostly lab, or thats what her papers say, but this is not a color labs come in. Also they don't have that white chest thing going on. So maybe part Stafford? Or something. Anyway, she's still at the Humane Society to be "fixed," but they won't tell us when she's going to be ready to come home.
Also, I got a flickr account, and it's the greatest thing since sliced internet.