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Sparky, since deceased, and Cody, who died in 2005. |
| This was Cody's standard pose. He's still a puppy
at this stage; he did fortunately grow into those ears eventually!
Cody thinks it's a cruel twist of fate that we somehow labeled
him a dog. Whether we're outside or in, he's just sure
that he should be inside, chewing on a rawhide bone. When he's
outside and we're inside, he uses this particular vantage point
to play Killer Whale by wfooshing air under the door
jamb to alert us to the grave injustice being done to him. |
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Sparky's standard pose -- stretched out in
a small dirt wallow that she maintained under the window. As
much as Cody is convinced that he's not a dog, Sparky was always convinced
that she was. She was all dog... snored loudly at night,
did embarrassing dog things in front of your friends, and pants
all the time. |
| Another shot of Cody and that darn tongue of his. |
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This is a standard pose of Pfeiffer's, sweetest cat in the world. My ex Judy's
holding her while Pfeiffer shows that fluffy belly and howls, as usual, asking for treats. |