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Hey Musk… for some reason the blog’s photo does not show up once I get into individual entry’s page. I think you might already know about it, just no time to fix it yet eh?

Hey Musk… for some reason the blog’s photo does not show up once I get into individual entry’s page. I think you might already know about it, just no time to fix it yet eh?

Ok so it’s taken most of the morning… and I was suppose to be vaccuuming up Huuna’s hair that is all over mom’s floor… but I have read your entire blog from beginning to end, at least to the best of my knowledge. I might even send the link on to Marco who is always curious of your adventures. Anyway it’s all wonderful…. a lot better then mass emails I must admit… .but what about Grannie dearest who doesn’t have internet…. am I suppose to print the whole webpage off for her? Anyway I have to vaccuume catch u later

Ok so it’s taken most of the morning… and I was suppose to be vaccuuming up Huuna’s hair that is all over mom’s floor… but I have read your entire blog from beginning to end, at least to the best of my knowledge. I might even send the link on to Marco who is always curious of your adventures. Anyway it’s all wonderful…. a lot better then mass emails I must admit… .but what about Grannie dearest who doesn’t have internet…. am I suppose to print the whole webpage off for her? Anyway I have to vaccuume catch u later

[...] My sister just sent out her Christmas spam. It included a picture of her dog and the Christmas tree at my mom’s house. So I thought I would post that so people can feel all warm and tingly. [...]

[...] They ended up staying a couple nights in Deep Bay with my mother and I. Danna took more pictures of the house in three days than I have taken in thirty years. They also got to meet some of my relatives. Huuna was a big hit and even mean old Fred had a few admirers. Huuna isn’t so popular with an asshole that lives up the street. If he needs a name you can call him “Ron“. [...]

[...] My sister is back from Europe. This means that Huuna has left the building. She will probably be back on the long weekend though. In the mean time I’m taking it pretty easy. [...]

[...] So today on one of my many walks with Huuna I’m informed there is a dog on the loose on the spit. The story goes that someone drove to the spit let their dog out of the car then just drove off. People were shocked that someone would just abandon their dog, I wasn’t. I know how callous people can be. [...]

[...] Even today, the second day of nicer weather, there are piles up past your knees which you are often forced to walk through. It didn’t seem to bother Huuna she ran and played in the seaweed. [...]

[...] to get into the front of the car or the truck and if left alone in a vehicle she will invariably wind up on a front seat awaiting your [...]

[...] decent guitar, instead of one made in Indonesia. I haven’t been able to practice much lately. Huuna doesn’t like it when I play guitar, she figures I should play with her instead. Fred is much [...]