Saturday, March 1, 2014


File photo of Satan's Little Helper drinking my coffee, as he's trying to do right now:

Breakfast at Radish's

He used to wait until it seemed I had finished before he would stick his face and paws in the mug, now I cannot leave my coffee unguarded...not even C2H6O-enhanced dessert decafs. At first I thought he just wanted the cream, but he ignored cream poured into his dish. And then he ignored coffee poured into his dish--it's gotta be in a mug. My mug. Of course.

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