James Horecka is a genius. I love rides, even pretend ones that just sit there. My daddy could probably build one with all those drills and hammers he keeps in the garage. Ours would have a real motor and it would actually move.
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The dictionary says a pillow is "a support for the head of a reclining person; especially: one consisting of a cloth bag filled with feathers, down, sponge rubber, or plastic fiber."
We have a pillow that looks like an enormous Hershey bar. It's probably three feet long. This pillow is very very very soft. It's fluffy and cushiony and the cloth is velvety. I reclined on this pillow once. It supported my lazy bones and caressed the exposed skin of my belly. I think I love this pillow.
The human goddess walked into the room. She was annoyed. "Get off that Hershey pillow! It's a decorative pillow. It's not made for a twenty-pound dog to sit on and squash."
What a meanie. And so misguided.
"Decorative pillow" is an oxymoron.
...sleeping on a fluffy nest of blankets, when someone came in with a camera. And a flash. The proverbial rude awakening.
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We ordered sweaters. I love online shopping because it keeps the humans home.
Mom found the tape measure so she could see what size we should get. Sister thought we were going to take a walk. A tape measure doesn't really look like a leash, does it?
Mom said something about a faux fur cheetah print jacket, but I think she was just joking. It doesn't really matter what kind of sweater I get as long as it's cozy. Sweaters are like a blanket you wear. Heat is always good. They talk about global warming like it's a bad thing.
Once I had a red sweater. It got wet somehow and Mom put it out in the yard to dry. A hawk swooped down and looked at it for a minute. A red sweater doesn't really look like a bloody fresh carcass, does it?
But anyway. New sweaters will be here soon. Pictures will be taken.
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